The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. In this spy theory, however, he had no faith whatsoever. " "Poor Jack!" exclaimed Thames. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. Pray, walk in. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. 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. So, then, fifty gold was considerable; it would carry Ah Cum across four comparatively idle months. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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