She awoke and found herself home amid a pile of three bodies, one of which she recognized as a former denizen of the household. And nowhere could I obtain the slightest information. 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. It is of no use. But I had to know for sure. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. I’ve got no feminine class feeling.
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