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"Sir Cecil is no more. She discovered him sitting upon the floor beside his open trunk. Nor had Jack been idle all this time. The major himself told me that this secret passage started upstairs. There was a lot of that, John, a great deal of hunger. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. " Jack was about to comply with the request, when an unlooked-for interruption occurred. \"Thanks for lending me the clothes. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship.
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