A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. Ruth shivered; she was cold. They fell into step again. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. I thought if you were living, and not captured, I should find you here,—and I was right. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. ‘You can’t go to England.
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