"'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with
angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here. It was
a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored
swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a
petticoat. Remain at the
door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one
in, or out. “There
isn’t any way you could be worse than John. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. He was a fool. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his
exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were
almost impassable for the crowds collected to obtain a view of him.
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