Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigand's of Greece by Bracebridge Hemyng
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"Don't, Dick; don't, I beg."
"Or, if you object to the costume of the gentler sex, what do you say to the spangles and wand of a harlequin?" "Do you really think that such a costume would become me?" "Do I think?" iterated Dick. "Do I _know!_ Of course it would become you. You will look the part to the life: it wants a figure to show off such a dress and to be shown off by it." "But what about my--my wooden legs, Dick?" "Oh, I'll provide you with cork ones, and here they are," said Harvey, producing a pair. And so it was settled. Mr. Mole was to go to the ball, and his disguise was to be well-known spangles and colours of a harlequin. Harvey himself chose a clown's costume and carried over his shoulder Mole's wooden legs, in case any thing happened to the cork ones he was walking on for the first time. Harkaway was to go as a knight of old. Magog Brand selected the character of Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame. |
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