I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. He was not quite sure whether, after all, he had been wise. Anna, I listened to all that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. “I have a message from your sister. She was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had never smelled anyone before. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works 1.
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