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You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. Go away,’ came fretfully from Prudence Sindlesham, and Melusine heaved a sigh as she looked towards the butler, who was making his stately way to the door. Stonily he had disengaged himself. She was clear there were no other minds like them in all the world. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. Mischief bubbled up in her. 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 want to give you time to think. She’s got a great imagination.
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