. 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. ” He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab. But then he began to take steps, and, at last, strides to something more and more like predominance. Catch him, she begged silently.
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