I am far
too much the gentleman. CHAPTER XXI. "A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from
the neighbouring island. 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. The young man entered into a lively little war of words with a yellow-haired
young person near the door. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. ” He stated. "
With this, he struck the door a heavy blow. Her eyes followed
him.
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