If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. Martin’s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. “Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. 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. Everywhere there are limitations. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn.
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