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This man was her husband in the eyes of both God
and man. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. "
"I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the
garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs. I mean—I
mean to do what I can. But you will stay here?"
"I dare not. We met
dissecting dogfish. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered
papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. “I’m not nearly so sure as
you. "
"But why didn't you oppose him?"
"I had to let him have his way, else he might not have returned safely.
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