Mr. . . Jack's appearance was hailed with the loudest cheers, but when Jonathan followed and took a place beside him in the vehicle, determined, he said, never to lose sight of him, the abhorrence of the multitude was expressed by execrations, hoots, and yells of the most terrific kind. "He wouldn't hurt a rabbit. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence. They want some fun, and there isn't any. They are often to be found dashing about secret passages in strange houses, armed to the teeth. But don't suppose, Madam, that anything I say has reference to you.
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