’ ‘Yes, a pretty theory, Lucy,’ Gerald said evenly, ‘but for one thing. “What has she told you?” “Everything. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. 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. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. It’s an emerald. You refuse me your confidence.
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