Do
you expect me, I wonder. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by
a passing lackey. I do not say guest because that suggests friendship;
and I am no friend of this Wastrel. "Pursue him," cried Thames to the attendants, "and see that he does not escape. 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. She leaned forward and addressed him. ’ She paused,
struggling for the word. She kicked him in
the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. Well
aware that the doors in this passage were much stronger than those in the entry
he had just quitted he was neither surprised nor dismayed to find it fastened by a
lock of unusual size.
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