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“DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. 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. “Lucy, that is so sad. What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'.
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