But—he was cleverer than any of you. They did not have to wait long. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. "Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them. 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. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother.
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