" "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. 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. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by flogging her back with a switch. And every day's experience proves that I was right. He was silent. It is so ridiculous. Treat me as an elder brother, if you like. He's passed through some rough mental torture. If she was in a position to help him she would help him; only it happened to be the other way round.
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