"Whose child can this be?"
"How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. The nuns, they
were very good with a whip. “Yeah. 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. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and
a flask of usquebaugh.
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