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’ ‘Captain Roding, sir,’ put in Gerald, adding on a jocular note, ‘Another of the green whippersnappers you had to contend with some years back. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes.

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