“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. "In case he should consent—"
"He never will," interrupted Winifred. Ramage tethered the horse to the farther gate-post,
and Caesar blew heavily and began to investigate the hedge. 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. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her
head animatedly, enjoying his attention.
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