He patted the hand on his sleeve. “Some afternoon. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. 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. "But, let that pass. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house.
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