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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. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. Lucy stood in front of the piano. . “I saw you go into that place, and I have been waiting for you ever since. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. ‘Did you sigh and flutter your eyelashes?’ ‘Certainly I did. ’ Her face fell.
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