Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. She would just have to show up and hope for the best. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be induced to wear.
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