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. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. ’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. ToC Thames Darrell's arm having been submitted to the scrutiny of Mrs. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over. “LOOKS all right,” said Ann Veronica, regarding him with her head first on one side and then on the other, and trying to be agreeable. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. Just me and another girl named Krista who turned eighteen and left right about when I got there. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him.
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