He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Jarvis did not leave a will. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. “You did your best to kill me,” he said. Kneebone made his appearance.
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