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Why can’t you let it be?’ Gerald grinned at him. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. Though not much passed the middle term of life, he seemed prematurely stricken with old age. 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. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare.
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