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AS Kenelm regained the street dignified by the edifice of the Temperance Hotel, a figure, dressed picturesquely in a Spanish cloak, brushed hurriedly by him, but not so fast as to be unrecognized as the tragedian. "Hem! " muttered Kenelm, "I don't think there is much triumph in that face. I suspect he has been scolded."
The boy -- if Kenelm's travelling companion is still to be so designated -- was leaning against the mantelpiece as Kenelm re-entered the dining-room. There was an air of profound dejection about the boy's listless attitude and in the drooping tearless eyes.