Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. “You found the cabochon? After all these years?” He asked, incredulous. They crossed the Channel in sunshine and a breeze that just ruffled the sea to glittering scales of silver.
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