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AT HOME, 1982
Lucy woke up the next morning with Shari’s slow
sonorous breathing only a few feet away. 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. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low
drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with
guests. But, go and see who it is,
love. ’
Martha frowned. The
mummies were tossed into the collection. “Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. He can't be far off.
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