’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. 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. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. ‘He prayeth best who loveth best—all things both great and small. " "By the name of The Tigress?" The doctor smiled, but shook his head. Then she called a hansom and drove home. . She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. CHAPTER II. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. Gently she raised his head and withdrew the coat from under the pillow. His face darkened. "Strange!" observed the Master; "I thought he'd been at my elbow all this time. "To-morrow I will take you to him.
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