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. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. ’ His brows rose. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. "All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. We've ridden post all the way, and I'm horribly tired, or you wouldn't have mastered me so easily. There was a girlfriend who was mentally ill. If you met her you would, I am certain, think her as fine as I do. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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