” “I have heard of the Fabians,” said Ann Veronica. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. I shall now be able to test my skill. At last the panel swung back into the library. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. “I do not know you,” she said coldly. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection.
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