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. Scarcely any one noticed the full measure of her consternation. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. Quite right. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. You would want me to be clean, if you gave me a thought, that is. I’ve—dreads. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me.
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