The Purple Wig-3

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Whatever I retain of the gentleman made me stand up. Whatever I have attained of the journalist made me stand still. Before this paralysis could pass, the priest had made a momentarily detaining motion. “If,” he said, “your Grace will permit me my real petition, or if I retain any right to advise you, I would urge that as many people as possible should be present. All over this country I have found hundreds, even of my own faith and flock, whose imaginations are poisoned by the spell which I implore you to break. I wish we could have all Devonshire here to see you do it.” “To see me do what?” asked the Duke, arching his eyebrows. “To see you take off your wig,” said Father Brown. The Duke’s face did not move; but he looked at his petitioner with a glassy stare which was the most awful e

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