But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. 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. Spurling, indignantly; "but I can tell you we have. ‘Why?’ Melusine eyed him dubiously. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. But we can’t help noticing.
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