"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. The movement was fatal to her son. Not a word passed between them. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. "Ah! but," said I, "there's a great deal in being hanged.
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