The manager, however, who stood in the wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars of the music. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears. I wouldn't trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm.
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