" "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. I want to know more about her. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. 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. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. She should be lifted out of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. CHAPTER X Ah Cum was himself puzzled. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun.
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