He had not had time to aim the pistol. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. "Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. 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. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. Men in this part of the world drink to forget the things they have lost.
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