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. Still
—there you are!”
He paused. She could
almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon
verbena with the memory of the story. Until the last moment she was
afraid. “I
said that at the Zoo, and I mean it. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the
city? They had come up on the same boat. Remarking that they struck off at
a turning on the left, he took the same road, and soon found himself on
Paddington-Green. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if
she looked it. Keep your eye upon the lad. The pearls were really yours?"
"They were left to me by my mother. He took some Oreos from the
bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar.
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