At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. 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. “I can see you and Anna groaning and nodding your grave heads together. " "I do remember it, Sir," replied Mrs. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. ” He did not appear to require any answer to his question.
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