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“What are you doing?” he asked. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. . "My child!" he groaned faintly. 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. ” “It was Cheveney!” he said slowly. Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. ” She stopped short.
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