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Really, the governor of the city and his guests were bent on having a merry time, if the noise they made could be taken as an evidence. I hoped they might be so fully occupied in their feasting as to allow us a clear field to escape from the house.
The stupendous surprise had given me much to think about, and my mind was in a pretty whirl as I walked humbly behind the hooded and cloaked "fellow-countrywoman in distress," whose bag, once my bag, I carried.