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You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the
nuns. ’
The smile vanished. "Ruth?"
Silence for a moment. 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 clever hostess having let fall that
several distinguished guests from France would be present, the world had
flocked to her doors to catch, like the gossip-hungry vultures they were, a
glimpse of them. ’
Gerald laughed. She slipped
down the perfunctory flight of stairs, short because of the
home’s split-level style. The three of them laughed joyously. Hurrying in the direction of
the supposed arrest, they encouraged each other with shouts, and threatened the
offending parties with their vengeance. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips,
examining him as he stood before her naked. . . “What I mean is. He waved a cordial
goodbye. Whitefriars had lost its privileges; Salisbury Court and the Savoy no
longer offered places of refuge to the debtor; and it was, therefore, doubly
requisite that the Island of Bermuda (as the Mint was termed by its occupants)
should uphold its rights, as long as it was able to do so.
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