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"I can," replied Trenchard. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. Perhaps I am still mad. "I declare you throw me into an ague. 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. They mean something. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free.
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