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. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor. ” “I thought I explained—” “I don’t think you can have heard me,” said her father; “I have told you to come home.
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