’ Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. “Nothing was ever done,” Miss Brett asserted, “without a certain element of Faith. Here he was hotly pursued. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. 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.
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