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O'Higgins followed him into the dining room. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. 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. Supposing that was it; at least, a solution to part of this amazing riddle? Supposing her father had made her assist him in the care of the derelicts solely to fill her with loathing and abhorrence for mankind? "Didn't you despise the men your father brought home—the beachcombers?" "No. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. ’ Gerald looked round. Lucy heard a stir, but if Dawn Plote were to arise and come into the room, it could only mean two murders tonight. I never want you to be ashamed of me.
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