. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. ” Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner.
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