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. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. Nigel! You have not forgotten. ‘In fact you admitted only that you had no more weapons.
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