Jack and his comrade went to the Mint, where he was joined by Edgeworth Bess, with whom he sat down most unconcernedly to supper. "The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. Martha had not been pleased to find her spare one borrowed for that expedition when the major had found her outside the ballroom. "Vot are you?" "Practising patience," growled Abraham. Then she burst into a peal of laughter.
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