Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel.
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