CHAPTER XI. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat. Montressor’s guests. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. Paintings sold off the walls. Seeing provisions in the window, Jack ventured in and bought a loaf. 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. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham.
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