"You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. I saw them both. “Please don’t,” she said. ” Anna hesitated no longer. . To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. ’ A derisive snort greeted this passage. 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. ” “Of course not,” Anna said.
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