It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. ‘I do not know him. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. Hear me, adorable girl! You know not the extent of my devotion. ‘Then I am not mad in the least. Dollis Hill revisited.
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