" "Except me, dear," insinuated Edgeworth Bess. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red chalk and charcoal. 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. "I have it too!" exclaimed Hogarth, busily plying his pencil.
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