" "A capital caricature that," remarked Thornhill, laughing. 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. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. "I declare you throw me into an ague. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. It's two hundred pounds. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife. “You have even her name. . Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand.
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