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When they started getting on each other’s nerves, she blamed herself at first. 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. All they left it was the moon and stars. It could not be a legal marriage. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. She infused menace into her voice. Also he is ugly. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. ” He replied. Ten years of military life had taught him caution, but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure with unalloyed enjoyment. Mr. ” “You will shake hands with me, please,” she begged. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
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