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A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. He was beautiful despite the odd angle. ” He coughed gently. Spurlock was no longer a man before this instinct; he was a child in trouble. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. Use the gilt, man!" "There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr. Her eyes followed him.
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