Her father’s step quickened to a trot. "'Sdeath!" cried Hogarth, aside to the poet. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. . His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity.
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