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"Hear me out," said Jonathan. “MY DEAR MISS STANLEY,” it began,—“I hope you will forgive my
bothering you with a letter, but I have been thinking very much over our
conversation at Lady Palsworthy’s, and I feel there are things I want to say to
you so much that I cannot wait until we meet again. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street
Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of
them spent the night standing. “Is that okay with you? To go down to the station
with him?”
“I’ll go with him, Larry. It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. Do
you think I forget it? Didn't they help themselves to all the plate and the money
—to several of my best dresses, and amongst others, to my favourite kincob
gown; and I've never been able to get another like it! Marry, come up! I'd hang
'em all, if I could. ”
He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. Mama will be expecting me. 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. Perhaps it was the
recollection of those happy days.
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