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The room seemed a vacuum. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?” “You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. It isn’t. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly. I’m starving. There you will be, in an inner temple.
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