The jolly part of it was that for the first time in her life so far as London was concerned, she was not going anywhere in particular; for the first time in her life it seemed to her she was taking London in. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. "Thank you," she said, and left the office. 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. "Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as God will permit you. Your purpose is done. She had Cathy’s predisposition to overweight and her hips were solid and thick under her jeans.
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