Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound her to the wall. It still failed in something. Good-bye, aunt. Her English was halting. And it is your own fault that your husband dallies with me. She had felt very uncomfortable around him, grotesque. That was one of the compensations for having consigned himself to this part of the world. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. 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. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom.
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