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” “She can barely move! You took her limbs!” “You provided her with new ones, my dear. A 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. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench.

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