Spurlock grew cold. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. But a woman’s life is all chance. I suppose we’re all human beings really, but what price the sacred Institution of the Family! Us as a bundle! Eh?. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.
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