“Rubbish!” he answered. 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. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. You do not need me to remind you of your success at Paris. We will get on with the agreement and you shall have in it whatever rubbish you like. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful. ’ ‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than by what she had said. " The order was promptly obeyed.
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