” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. The stench is everywhere. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. I'll write an opera the scene of which shall be laid altogether in Newgate, and the principal character shall be a highmaywan. 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. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door.
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