“If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in Henry Esmond's ruffles. When they reached her rooms she stepped lightly out upon the pavement. "All right. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion.
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