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\"No, but can you carry my lunch bag? Where is
yours?\" Michelle asked. Already he was dramatizing Ruth, involving her, now in some pearl
thieving adventure, now in some impossible tale of a white goddess. This was no night for the indulgence of
dreamy musing. He hesitated for a moment and
then he followed her. Probably he has something to say and
can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. 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. The movement was then in its earlier militant
phases, and one of the women only, Miss Garvice, opposed it, though Ann
Veronica was disposed to be lukewarm. “I can’t. She
gloried in it: he needed her.
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