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"That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. 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 physiognomist, indeed, would
have likened him to that crafty animal, and it must be owned the general
formation of his features favoured such a comparison. Lucy entered and Mike followed. ‘This is the way you tell me that you love me? You English idiot, you!’
He seized her wrists to hold her off, actually daring to laugh, much to
Melusine’s increased fury. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs. If she had once known him, if he
were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. The villagers were thronging to church. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word.
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