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‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes
darting down briefly to check for his sword. “What’s odd?”
“Oh, everything!”
She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her
mind. This person, whose age might be about forty,
was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a
very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;
black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden
heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. She observed a
man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. His
voice now had lost its ironies. I think that a boarding-house is the
very best place for a woman who wants to develop her sense of humour. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the
other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. He waved a cordial
goodbye. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band
in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his
handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager
solicitude.
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