. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. 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. "Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, my jack-adandy!" replied Abraham, unsuspiciously. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches.
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