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. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. "The gentleman under the table," she answered. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. "If any one's to blame, it's me.
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