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door opened, and a slightly overweight pretty blonde, an
older, wiser version of Michelle, came into view. They had their little dreams about her. ‘Am I right in
supposing you to have been a sister to the late Mr Jarvis Remenham?’
‘Quite right. “How ridiculous! Fancy you with all that money!
For heaven’s sake, though, do not go about playing the Don Quixote like this. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood. Probably she mistook you; probably she thought you cared. 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. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. You’re just a particular being with
nothing else in the world to class with you.
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