We’re handfuls. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. Thames said not another word, but marched boldly towards him, and seized him by the collar. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing.
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