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. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. They drove around town that night in his Buick convertible. On this side of the canal she has no place to go. She raided their settlements in shifts, staggering her kills from tribe to tribe, undiscriminating of their petty politics.
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