Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. 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. It’s gone. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. Nothing could exceed the dismay of these personages when they learnt why they had been summoned. Caliban absolutely crowed with delight. Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed.
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