Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. She passed inside and upstairs without a word. 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. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. They fell into step again. “It is very doubtful,” he said. But one was clearly the goddess among them, her face hidden, her body seeming to call out to me to possess it at once. ‘I’ve finished me report, sir,’ Trodger said aggrievedly. " While this order was obeyed, Figg, who had been standing near the door, made his way to the prisoner, and offered him his huge hand, which Jack warmly grasped. Her hand came up and she laced her fingers with his.
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