Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. E. She appeared to be considering. 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 limited herself to eating once a fortnight, until she discovered that she could go without comfortably for a month. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat.
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