“Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. Your uncle—our uncle is with him. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of watchmen and other guardians of the night. Your aunt liked the pheasant. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon.
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