Jane finding that it was a false alarm, retired to bed: but next morning happening to look into her escritoire, she could not find the fifty guineas above-mentioned.

            She raved and screamed like a mad woman, and went up and down stairs till she was quite out of breath, suspecting that some of the French girls had played her this trick. She immediately went to their several apartments, damning them for a pack of French b––es, and insisted upon searching of them immediately.

            The search proved entirely fruitless, she all of a sudden recollected that Mademoiselle D––s, who had done the business, was out of the way.

            She went up and down the house in quest of her; and neither being able to find her, or her gallant (for so she thought the officer) she flew into a more choking passion than ever she had been seen in before; and running to the French girls beat them with such fury, that she soon laid two of them sprawling. However the third, being tolerably robust, gave her such a blow, that she fell flat upon her back.

            The waiter luckily coming in, just at that time, helped her up, and Jane called for a large glass of tent,<138> water and brandy.

            Having taken this cordial, she recovered strength enough to be able to curse; so she fell upon her knees, and uttered the following imprecation, "G–d eternally D––n all the French b––es! May their own country disease, the p–x, rot them to the bone! May they be all covered over with ulcers, their noses drop off; and may they all die upon a dunghill, and the. Devil run away with their souls! Amen."

            This, and a good deal more, the same style and tone, is uttered with such vehemence, that she dropped down, and, immediately called for the waiter to take her up.

            She was carried to bed: and being quite unfit for business that day, resolved to compose herself, and ordered some wormwood cordial to be left by her bed-side.

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