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. " "Well," said Sister Prudence, "remember, I tried to save you some future heartaches. Then he paused. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. Her eyes flashed and she withdrew the dagger, pulling away from him. “All right, Dunster,” he said.
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