He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden.
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