His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. But he had been forewarned by his great-nephew. He hasn't found himself, as they say. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. His hands reached under her skirt.
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