. One wants helpers and protectors—and clean water. You will be—my wife. “I mean to,” she replied. The Roof and the Window. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. 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.
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