You won't have him long. "Leave his punishment to me, Jack," said Mrs. ’ ‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something important. ” It was as if she faced a darkness in which was something very beautiful and wonderful as yet unimagined. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. So this was what it was all about. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. But your cracked skull is by no means a pleasing spectacle. Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. You don’t understand. Pause.
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