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Mrs. Annabel was
conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the
night of her visit to the “Unusual. Kneebone, having been alarmed by something in the widow's
look before her feelings found vent in the manner above described, thrust his
hand instinctively into his coat in search of his pocket-book,—about the security
of which, as it contained several letters and documents implicating himself and
others in the Jacobite plot, he was, not unnaturally, solicitous,—and finding it
gone, he felt certain he had been robbed. And here are these places, full
of contagion!
“Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people
forget. But your role would have been to go about saying, ‘I beg your pardon’
in a reproving tone to things you understood quite well in your heart and saw no
harm in. For just as though a vague likeness is sometimes
borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague dissimilarity between the face on the
poster and the heroine of his thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. He panted for a moment with unuttered replies, and then, with a scornful
gesture, got up and left the cell. So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it. I—listen. "By desire of his Majesty," said the jailer, consequentially.
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