The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify
him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. ” She
said. "
"Let me have a glass of brandy," said he, addressing the host. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. “I’ve got bad faults. But how to avail himself of it was the question, for in his present garb he
was sure to be recognised. Listen to your mother's prayers, and do not let her die brokenhearted. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled
one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which
Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have
sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of
vivacity and enjoyment. I want to know who sent you those. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the
ugly ones. "After
all, I believe we Chinese have the right idea. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in
Henry Esmond's ruffles.
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