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Mr. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. ” Mr.
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