“Are we interrupting anything?”
“No!” Martin jumped slightly. So Ruth
took another step toward her destination, which we in our vanity call destiny. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have
been with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. But God will punish you for what you have done this day. ’
‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her
hand. 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. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice,
your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me
strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to
perpetrate the outrage I've just described.
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