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. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. 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.
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