She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. “Of course I mean, who was she?” “I believe that her name was Pellissier,” Ennison answered. He walked unsteadily towards the door. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. 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.
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