He could not permit her to remain in that position. 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. ” The man smiled at him. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ burst from Melusine indignantly. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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