"Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. "It was given me by poor dear Mrs. And I don’t. ‘Monsieur Charvill,’ pursued Valade, ‘has left the chateau, and since we have heard from him nothing at all, but for the letters to his daughter from Italy. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. 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. You promise to become a first-rate workman.
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