Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. The hotel manager was expostulating and Ah Cum was replying by a series of expressive shrugs. 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. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. .
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