Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. She had the same sharp nose—which, indeed, only Ann Veronica, of all the family, had escaped. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. You will not find me unreasonable with you. 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. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep.
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