“Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John. 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. He smiled. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss.
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