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\"Hey, don't be a stranger, Lucy. But after all, Mrs. ” He smiled at her. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. "I'll need a job when I quit this bed. ‘Ha!’ uttered Captain Roding triumphantly. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had
sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile
young boy. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white
favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the
church. She leaped to a
world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations.
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