Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She
could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. “Mr. Habits and tastes are no longer the same. She shivered, more due to his presence
than the changing weather. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit;
and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful
distance, entered the churchyard. 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.
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