While asking Eliza about her day, Mary examined George’s suit. It was high-quality brown wool. His stockings were white wool. His black shoes had seen better days, and the buckles were plain copper. Yet he carried himself as if his suit was every bit as elegant as her brother’s. Mary didn’t know what to make of it.
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