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Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned towards her. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ’ Gerald laughed. F. I'll tell you something. I meant to give him a drubbing. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. 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. She turned with an effort. ’ ‘Your plan, then. Utter silence answered him.
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