” “Well, he was presumptuous,” Annabel remarked, “and he wasn’t nice about it. . He embraced her like her father once had. 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. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. Have we not received Lady Bicknacre just this morning? Not to mention the Comtesse de St Erme. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled.
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