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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. “I did,” Anna answered. “Yes, I remember,” she said. ‘What Gerald wants with you has me beat. He looked across at Annabel, and he groaned. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. " "Now for it!—life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of a female, and stepping towards the door. But none ever puts his foot on this boat.
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