" "And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. She was on the rim of civilization, entering, as Spurlock was on the rim, preparing to make his exit. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said.
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