” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. I'll dispose of the brat. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf.
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