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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. F. . "Why it is astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant—especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case. For ten years I've been trying to go home, but my conscience will not permit me, I hate the Orient. . He was followed with equal celerity by Terence and the widow. Doctors constantly admonished and offered weak consolation that most would have been hurt much worse from the type of fall he took.
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