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She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. She could not part with dignity. 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. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. In this state it would have been all over with him, as, being stunned by the fall, it was some moments before he could recover himself, if another party had not unexpectedly come to his rescue. I don’t want to tear at you with hot, rough hands.

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