She chastised
herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being
weak. 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. He dodged the boot this
time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him,
rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like
stepping once more across the threshold of heaven.
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