And now she had sent Jack away. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. “Who from?” She met his eye for a second and her heart failed her.
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