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‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. We made sure it was just like Gwen. “I did not recognize him,” Anna answered. Men ought not to idealize any woman. 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. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. But this accusation, for want of sufficient evidence, met with the same fate as the first, and Jonathan came off victorious. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees.
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