The Red Room. I have it about me. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism.
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