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She saw that he wore a clean white nightshirt of coarse cotton.
2
But, lying by it in the deep snow, in his white nightshirt, was Hubert Monk.
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A hully white nightshirt!
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I hope ter die b'fore I kin git anudder ball if there wasn't a jay wid a hully, bloomin' white nightshirt!
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Cat tried not to look at the tangle of white chest hair sticking out of the white nightshirt under Gabriel's too-pointed chin.
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Hubert was soon well of his bruises; but not of the cold induced by lying in the snow, clad only in his white nightshirt.
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"A hully white nightshirt," he continually repeated.