Spurling, (for she it was,) either by her attractions of purse or person, had succeeded in moving the stony heart of Mr. ” Her passion conquered for a moment her fear. 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. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. ‘How do you know?’ ‘Exactly,’ pounced Roding bitterly.
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