”
Annabel yawned. Boys,
at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain
charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush
breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of
which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. One marked difference
between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had
sought temporary relief in the stupifying draught,—that worst "medicine of a
mind diseased,"—and those of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored
to comfort and contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course of
events, was exhibited in the mouth. Spurlock was no longer a man before
this instinct; he was a child in trouble. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. “We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Perhaps the day of her
recompense was at hand. "Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose. “I have made no progress with my work,” she said slowly, “and the money was
gone. His smile faded.
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