The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. 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 don’t see why not,” he answered. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. “That sounds quite absurd,” she answered. I could not have committed this robbery. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled. That was what she was trying to make him understand. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones.
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