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"For me!" vociferated Mrs. What is your father's business?"
The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as
foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from
Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. I must provide for my safety. 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. “Should I leave? Sounds like she is running out of
food. She was weeping now. He could not possibly lunge in the
confined space, and so had nothing to do but back himself into the chapel as fast
as he could. He had the air of a man who has said too much.
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