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They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. And yet the moment I am safely out of the way you are content to dress yourself in my rags, to go and get yourself popular and admired and successful, all on my reputation. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. 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. She let him have it all, as it was, after all, for the last time. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won. A lucky escape. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent, and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. She fled.
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