But since we must have toasts," he added, snatching up a glass, "listen to mine: Here's King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish Pretender and his adherents!" "Bravely done!" said Wood, with tears in his eyes. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. She turned quickly. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. You’ll never see the light of day as long as you live. Ah! there he stands!" he exclaimed as his eye fell for the first time upon Sir Rowland. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively.
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