” Just then the man’s eyes opened. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. But he reckoned without his host. Book. 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. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber.
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