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” “In a minute, in a minute,” he answered, his eyes fixed upon Anna. Nobody can trust you. 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. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. “I like to think of your offer. "Where is my mother?" he added, regarding the knight with a searching glance.
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