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. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled. “What do you think of them?” Anna extended her critical survey and shrugged her shoulders. ‘I have justice. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served.
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