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“It seems to me it comes to earning one’s living in the long run,” said Ann Veronica, coloring faintly. Every rule is against me—Why did I let you begin this? I might have told—” “I don’t see that you could help—” “I might have helped—” “You couldn’t. Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. 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. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. He remembered it suddenly. Gerald hoped he had covered all options and had resisted the temptation to pay mademoiselle a visit.
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