When she
judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat
dispirited. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. "What has happened?" asked Sister Prudence. Later, she
understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. I
speak no harm of her. Her little white hand stole across the table. 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. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been
instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she
was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than
their faces. "Swear that you will do this," she cried.
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