” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. “Take off your tunic. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed. 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. They tried to read illustrated papers in an unconcerned manner and with forced attention, lest they should catch the leaping exultation in each other’s eyes. “Stupid cow. ‘Gerald Alderley, I don’t know what you deserve. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. You have misunderstood. You may go back, Marthe.
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