She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. His vicious abusiveness vanished. "Devilish strange!" thought he, chuckling to himself; "queer business! Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand the brunt for his own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. Lucy was surprised to hear that any party could happen on a week night, but the parents of the house in question were the rich absentee type. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. "No, lad," said McClintock, his tone becoming kindly.
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