He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at
the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. You will be my
witness, Madame Joan. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and
at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. Sepulchre's church was covered—so was the tower.
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