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NOT more brilliant the dreams of the youth who, aspiring to the honours of majority, beholds for the first time the decisive 'Esquire' in enchanting relief upon a letter addressed to himself, than were the anticipations of Robert Sanders when he awoke one morning and found himself a ticket-of-leave. For some time he had vented his impatience for the glorious day in sundry contortions of his pen on numberless bits of paper. Though the contortions varied to every dimension of R's and S's, and T's and L's the result was invariably the same, as Lucy discovered after she had spelled out a multitude of Robert Sanders T.L. 's, from the confusion of characters presented to her; for Robert, not satisfied with merely seeing how his future title looked, found great delight in hearing how it sounded.
'Lor', Bob, can't you write nothing else?' asked Lucy tired of evoking her fellow-servant's name from the chaotic penmanship.