She ignored his question. 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. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. ”
“Oh, neat. Dorling said deferentially. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of
weakness. Why don’t you
wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe
you? Then I know I am worth waiting for. “I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded.
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