Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 77: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 71 dressed my hair to her own satisfaction, she led me up to the first floor and along the dark passages, in which I perceived, to my no lit- tle wonder, that no preparations had been made to light the expected guests, to the locked door at the foot of the staircase lead- ing to the second story. Here she handed me over. to Jamie, who looked very strange and awkward in a magnificent livery of many colors. He first knocked at the door, and then, flinging it open in response to a summons from within, advanced three paces, and an- nounced in a loud voice, as if to overcome the din of much conversation : “Sir Ralph Roanoke.” T entered timidly, considerably disconcerted at my sudden rise in rank, and encountered - one of the most remarkable spectacles it has ever fallen to my lot to witness. A very tall old man, richly dressed in the fashion of Charles the Second’s reign, came forward to meet me, bowing so profoundly that the long curls of his golden periwig nearly swept the ground. “T am greatly honored, Sir Ralph,” said comichbooks.com