“Yes. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. No doubt there’s some little mistake. The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then
tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. There was no such a thing as
perfection in a mixed world. And the woollen-draper departed. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Just fine. She descended down the
stairs of the house, sidestepping the refuse from bingedrinking teenagers that was strewn everywhere. I
ought to stay the night through; but I'm late now for an operation at the hospital. Your boyfriend.
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