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’ The fury welled. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls. ” “She doesn’t care for him now?” “Not a bit. Fifty sent home. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition.
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