” “Lucy Albert, sir. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. "You are giving that chap the boot rather suddenly?" "Had to. ‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. How provoking!" she added, pretending to rummage her pockets; "one never can find a thing when one wants it. I wonder what he meant by that?" "The Lord knows!" The patient was restless during the first watch of the night. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. Glad to escape from the scene of recrimination that ensued between his adopted parents, Thames seized the earliest opportunity of retiring, and took his way to a small chamber in the upper part of the house, where he and Jack were accustomed to spend most of their leisure in the amusements, or pursuits, proper to their years.
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