The tropical dawn is swift. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the
inmate of a mad-house?"
"She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's
misconduct. “You have dyed your hair and
darkened your eyebrows. Give me the keys and the light. But I expect him back every minute. A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart.
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