"Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. " "Halloo, Nab!" vociferated Quilt. "Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce, eh? You should have tipped me the wink. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. I am the cause of his ill-usage.
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