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‘If you’ll have the goodness, missie, to move yourself out of the way,’ he said
aggrievedly, ‘and let us at him, we might have a chance of doing just that. ’
He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at
his heels. “He’s got good taste, you
know. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept
up. Annabel entered. All the village was
assembled in the churchyard. Both carried packages of books
and magazines. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with
some extraordinary value. 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 leaned back in her chair. ”
“Got a photograph of him or anything?” said Ann Veronica, after kissing her
mother. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand,
threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect
intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. “Because I hate you!” She spat. This too shall pass. Originally built, as its name imports, in a cylindrical form, like a
modern Martello tower, it had undergone, from time to time, so many alterations,
that its symmetry was, in a great measure, destroyed.
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