Thou didst not know in that thy young day the things pertaining to thy peace.

Thou didst not suspect in thy innocence how the black brand of poverty can deform the finest face, and dim the brightest intellect in the eyes of the world.
Among all my petty trials there were none which I felt more keenly than having to wear the cast-off clothes of my cousin.

He was some years older, but his frame was slighter and shorter than mine, and his garments did not fit me in any way.

The coat sleeves were short and tight, and the trowsers came half-way up my legs.

The figure I cut in these unsuitable garments was so ludicrous that it was a standing joke among the clerks in the office.
"When you step into your cousin's shoes, Geoffrey, we hope they will suit you better than his clothes." I could have been happy in the coarsest fustian or corderoy garment which I knew was my own.