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“It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. Farewell. Capes? Well, think what it must be to live in them—soul and mind and body! It’s fun for a man to jest at our position. “It’s still a marvel to me that we are to be forgiven,” she said, turning. 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. ” “You’d like to do that?” “Exactly. “Mere sensuality.
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