She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. 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. She felt the need to get dressed, sensing that his parents would be home soon. She knew that the next time he caught her she would not be able to free herself.
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