The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. 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. . ” “I promise,” he answered heartily. ’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back.
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