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I killed him, Nigel. " And her faithful attendant, drowned in tears, withdrew, followed by the two assistants. You are much more like what I was then. ” Brendon rushed to the piano and strummed out a tune. 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.
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