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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. "Are you a human being, to leave her thus?" "It is better so. . The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing.

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