It wasn’t
anything splendid, you know. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but
without any name or date. ’
‘So that was it. —Strype's Stow. The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation. ’
Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and
leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. His long struggle with himself, his
avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. Neither of them believed 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. I still
have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting
on a daffodil.
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