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. " "Will you be taking a pole-chair?" "If that's the racket. "Not materially, Mr. " "Unconsciously, perhaps," replied Thames. " Spurlock laughed. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs.
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