From what she could tell, he truly had convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as she knew John’s would. We are alone and we can say and do what we please. ’ It was a wait of several minutes while Melusine chafed. Voilà tout. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. 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. A dreamy sense of content crept over him.
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