I do not care, but only that you will leave my affairs to me. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their shoulders the burdens of other people. ” “Act two,” she continued. ‘I hope I do not understand you. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. ‘As to Gérard, I do not know why he does this. It is at the lodge that we stay.
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