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3. Agents were dispersed in all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the wavering to join the Chevalier's standard. 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 was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. Cocking the gun. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. His father spoke for him.
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