“But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. “I have answered all your questions,” she said. “You too sing?” he asked. She did not know herself. Panting with effort, she held her point menacingly at Gosse’s chest. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. "Do you recollect this key? Do you recollect to whom you gave it, and for what purpose? or shall I refresh your memory?" Wild appeared confounded. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. 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.
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