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. He was going to settle I forget how many millions upon me, and I think that I was dazzled. I got myself locked up to cool off. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. “A bad thing for me when that legacy came. He hated horizons. You’ve got to take what you can get. You’re like some splendid Princess in Exile in these Dreadful Dingy apartments!” “I’m afraid I’m anything but a Princess when it comes to earning a salary,” said Ann Veronica. A thousand eager assistants pressed behind him. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. ” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily.
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