"There,
Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ”
The stranger came over to them smiling. 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. “Here is my card. ’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You must be got rid of, that is seen. Even now she could trace the outline of his
shape behind the left-hand curtain.
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