It’s
a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. He inspected the formidable array
of rifles and at length walked over to the register. I don’t
see that men need bank it with the women. But for now, I’d like to turn in,
if you don’t mind. "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. 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. "Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. ’
Gerald ignored this.
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