“This ain’t no place for you. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. It’s the feinting tricks you have to watch for. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. 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 nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. ” “I’m afraid it can’t. ” She was altogether hysterical now. Too late.
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