The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern,
and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the
appearance of Mrs. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming
manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams
of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would
leap out of a shadow. He was not sure that the boy had put himself beyond
the pale; merely, the boy's actions pointed that way. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. She knew blood was rushing to his face and other places
as well. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped
vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. "Release me instantly, or I will call my father. “It is unimportant,” she said. 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. He was all alone, like herself.
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