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. “I do not blame him. For some time after he was locked up in this prison Jack continued in a very dejected state. . "Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland," returned Wild; "and you shall hear. Lucy could see Diane’s clear dislike of her, the foster background she had come from, and the single mysterious episode with the police that had inflamed the gossips from all the corners of town. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island.
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