It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. "What is it you want?" she asked, as she held out the coat. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. She pointed across the road. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description.
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