His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the Master of the Mint and his train. ” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily. . You will only make me hurt you the more. 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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