He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. 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 hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. . He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. . She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. " The tone was neutral.
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