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” “What did your aunt say?” “She didn’t even kiss me. “He tried it. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. 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. " "Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. If only one might open the shutters and let in the light.
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