"The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. ’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. “You see, her sister is married to Ferringhall, isn’t she? and she herself must be drawing no end of a good screw here. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. He returned, sitting on the floor beside the couch adoring her and stroking her bare arms.
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