His gallantry, like his dress, was so extravagant that I could only suppose him to be some sort of a court jester, like my grandmother's dwarf. He was small too, though not as small as Hudson, and delicately made: a youth, but painted and patched and powdered to a degree I had only seen in old ladies, his mouth a cherry pout, shallow almond eyes
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