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1724
THE PRISON-BREAKER. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. A stiff, formally-cut
coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a
crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs;
and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the
laced hat under his left arm. He was damned if he knew what to do. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. The Jacobite. ‘I know her, ma’am, but I know next to nothing of her story. He looked at her in some embarrassment. "
"Do what you please with him," muttered Trenchard to Wild. He looked at it with uplifted eyebrows, but made no remark. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing.
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