I am a murderer. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to
him. A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced
towards her languidly. ”
“Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. As he returned to the table, he put his
finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better
chance of winning his wager. Will you forgive me—if I say no
more?”
She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. CHAPTER XIX. He was introduced to
Brendon, and a chair was brought by an attentive waiter.
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