Dr. Ashton-Thomas Ashton, Doctor of Divinity-sat in his study, habited in a dressing-gown, and with a silk cap on his shaven head-his wig being for the time taken off and placed on its block on a side table. He was a man of some fifty-five years, strongly made, of a sanguine complexion, an angry eye, and a long upper lip. Face and eye were lighted up at the moment when I picture him by the level ray of an afternoon sun that shone in upon him through a tall sash window, giving on the west.
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Dr. Ashton-Thomas Ashton, Doctor of Divinity-sat in his study, habited in a dressing-gown, and with a silk cap on his shaven head-his wig being for the time taken off and placed on its block on a side table. He was a man of some fifty-five years, strongly made, of a sanguine complexion, an angry eye, and a long upper lip. Face and eye were lighted up at the moment when I picture him by the level ray of an afternoon sun that shone in upon him through a tall sash window, giving on the west.
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