’ ‘We!’ said Hilary witheringly, and went off as Gerald laughed and turned back to the lady. She would not let her move. Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. 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. ” An awkward moment of silence followed.
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