" CHAPTER IX. " "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. And we men would work for them and serve them in loyal fealty. His literary instincts began to stir. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. . ‘Why, that’s it. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. 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.
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