“Why not?” He repeated, demanding. When things are at the worst, they'll mend. 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. CHAPTER VI. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. And, turning at the touch, he perceived Sheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina had predicted. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition.
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