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“Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows
arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. Startled by this
circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has
been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. She dismissed the idea of doing so. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar
streets. This person, whose age might be about forty,
was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a
very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;
black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden
heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles.
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