Why are you so anxious?"
"Oh, if you can't see your way…. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower
her kill out of her hair. "I shall go back and finish my supper," said Mrs. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her
nothing. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in
which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. He said. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood
slack jawed. 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. "All right. "You are," replied Kneebone.
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