You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. But then you're an adopted
son, and that makes all the difference. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of
thing; that’s my idea. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg
himself at the broadsword. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked
around half fearfully. Unconscious of the interest he excited, and entirely occupied by his
own thoughts—which, if his bosom could have been examined, would have been
found composed of mingled hopes and fears—the young man walked on till he
came to an old house, with great projecting bay windows on the first floor, and
situated as nearly as possible at the back of St.
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