“There isn’t any way you could be worse than John. Upon my word—you are Miss Pellissier, aren’t you?” “I certainly am,” she admitted. The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. On the same day, moreover, which, by a curious coincidence, was the birthday of the Chevalier de Saint George, mobs were collected together in the streets, and the health of that prince was publicly drunk under the title of James the Third; while, in many country towns, the bells were rung, and rejoicings held, as if for a reigning monarch:—the cry of the populace almost universally being, "No King George, but a Stuart!" The adherents of the Chevalier de Saint George, we have said, were lavish in promises to their proselytes. I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming.
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