" "You are mocking me, Rowland. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. 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. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. It will be his interest to do so. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. She stared at him. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon.
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