She took his hand in hers. 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. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. Very well, I give up. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society.
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