He looked at
her, hurt. 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. I merely mention these
circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. Determined, however, not be taken with
life, he held on. Are you sure you
haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. She broke a cobblestone over his head and
he was out.
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