But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration, so she allowed no weight to it, and they resolved to go 'a little round.' Now, it happened that poor Biler's life had been, since yesterday morning, rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders.
The youth of the streets could not endure it.
No young vagabond could be brought to bear its contemplation for a moment, without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer, and doing him a mischief.
His social existence had been more like that of an early Christian, than an innocent child of the nineteenth century.
He had been stoned in the streets.
He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts.
Entire strangers to his person had lifted his yellow cap off his head, and cast it to the winds.
His legs had not only undergone verbal criticisms and revilings, but had been handled and pinched.