" On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. He had chosen his time well. " "Well, well—wait awhile," returned Quilt; "his lordship won't forget you. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. ‘That’s a loud one. . It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. “Let’s go outside. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. "I have," replied Jonathan.
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