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. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. Cathy threw Mike a look. ‘Suzanne, if I may say, had also not the choice. “Please play something for us,” Carol asked, her eyes aglow. "This is strange," said Jack, under his breath. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing.
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