"I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. If this is true, it must be owned that the boy's mouth showed a strong tendency on his part to coarse indulgence. Here one might live the life of golden days. It frightened her to behold her heart and mind thus laid bare; but the chapter following would reassure her.
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