"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. Melusine got to her feet and, tucking her shoulder under his arm on the uninjured side, put her arm about him to hold his waist, and thus contrived to take most of his weight. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. She's my mealticket. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. A riding-habit is all I have seen. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica, in sound, idiomatic English.
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