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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. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door
locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel
forced back the bolt. “You’re mad, Sebastianus. "
"But they are everything to me," cried Jack, stooping to pick them up. ”
“Don’t be shy, Lucy. Claude du Val himself
couldn't have carved it better—ha! ha!"
The name inscribed upon the beam (of which, as it has been carefully preserved
by the subsequent owners of Mr. “I”—he seemed to have a difficulty with the word—“I love you.
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