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“You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. ” “I forgive you willingly,” Anna said, bending over him. ‘You are mad, if you think he will give you a sou. Blue Ruin will do the job nicely.
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