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” She shocked him by that. He could neither stifle nor deaden that. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. 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. . "Something worse, I fear," Wood replied. " "Here you have it, my dear," returned the hawker.
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