“Oh Christ! How old were you?”
“Just—well, I was young. That
is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe
and altered my whole style of dress. She
had already realized that this instructress was hopelessly wrong and foggy—it is
the test of the good comparative anatomist—upon the skull. On the groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to
speak more correctly, altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular
appearance, being patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails,
and bits of iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the
apartment, Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away
together. Pah! What a pig is this générale. He and his friends (he had at
least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make
their exits as quickly as possible. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. “How have you been, my dear? Up to no good, I
see. "
"Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly.
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