“It’s jolly,” he said, “to feel you have come to me. 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. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. “You are coming my way,” Courtlaw answered.
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