It was perfectly logical. This happened after he ate. The jailers robbed the prisoners: the prisoners
robbed one another. These were the Master's body-guard. Hitherto in the world’s history there had been precursors of this Progress at
great intervals, voices that had spoken and ceased, but now it was all coming on
together in a rush. Kneebone, who had drained his glass
to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of
Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the
trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. You mustn't go dressing up Tom, Dick, and Harry in
Henry Esmond's ruffles. Divers plans and figures were chalked
upon the walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for
the year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be "The
History of Chaste Susannah;" an old print of the Seven Golden Candlesticks; an
abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against drinking, swearing, and all
manner of profaneness; and a view of the interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's
Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell Court, with portraits of the reverend
gentleman and the principal members of his flock. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. Give me your staff. . "I'll see.
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