She felt he was
going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. 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. “A very clear statement, madam,” he said. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you
dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. I saw
someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we
went touring in the city.
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