“Lucy, are you feeling all right?” He asked concernedly. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. “I shall leave the flat to you and go to a hotel. By the by, Mr. 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. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label.
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