Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his passionate addresses. "You show more consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any need to show. 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. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently.
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