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The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. The work itself was refreshingly tonal, Sebastian observed. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. All at once Melusine remembered Pottiswick, and the errand he had run. This charming episode was repeated three times. 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.
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