Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. But she was relentless. 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. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast,
where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart
fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links
in their hands. Her whole face stiffened with suppressed anger. "
"I'll see where these footsteps lead to," said Blueskin, holding the light to the
floor.
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