Mr. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. Except that this music we have been swimming in is divine. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. We’ll have some buttered toast. ’ Still the girl said nothing. ’ ‘Consider me warned,’ said Gerald solemnly. 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.
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