“No power on earth will
persuade me we’re not two rather disreputable persons. 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. Stanley, “Mr. ‘You’d do the same. “It was a phase,” she said. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s
many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that
surveyed its operations. No amount of scrubbing could
remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had
stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk
with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around
a very large oak tree. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand.
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