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Sheppard, in a voice of agony. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. " "I dare say no such thing," interposed his better half, authoritatively; "remain where you are, Sir. “My friends,” she said, “my dear friends, I am going to make the same answer to all of you—and that is perhaps you will say no answer at all. “But your hair,” he gasped. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it.
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