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. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. Besides, he might hear things. F. . "And you have seen … drunken men?" Prudence's tones were full of suppressed horror. In the sixth center row sat an unexpected guest, his Classical Greek features stark in the yellow half light. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself.
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