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 wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. Few approached the émigrés directly, preferring to stare covertly from behind
their fans, while pretending to admire the simple elegance of Lady Bicknacre’s
neo-classical refurbishments. "
"Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. He will be dependent on you. "Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, my jack-adandy!" replied Abraham, unsuspiciously. The thought had not even occurred to him.
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