’ ‘A pretty tale. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies. Stark and stark! Do you remember it all?. You understand me, I’m sure. 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. They were only passers-by.
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