No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. I'll be quiet. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. It's a sorry world," he went on. "I see.
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