"You were saying—?"
"I started to say something; that is all. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest
imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. Do you
understand?”
“I do not,” he answered. 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. To reach the door they had to pass the end
of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. Taber and no one comment upon it.
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