’ ‘It is so in a convent, you see,’ she explained airily. ’ Gerald eyed her. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. 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. He could not make good his hold. He will be sorry when he knows who I am,’ decided Melusine with satisfaction.
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