Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. Meysey Hill—never your wife. Kneebone was attired in the extremity of the mode. ‘Why have you come in here?’ demanded Melusine, turning on him.
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