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. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. Say something. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. You did it on your own?” Ann Veronica smiled.
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