He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a
tongue over dry lips. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as
much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. "Do you know what you make me think of?"
"What?"
"As if you had stepped out of some old family album. "This," replied Jonathan, taking a paper from a portfolio, and handing it to the
knight, "this written evidence, signed by Martha Cooper, the gipsy, by whom the
girl was stolen, and who was afterwards executed for a similar crime. "But this is good enough to travel in, isn't it?"
"To be sure it is. If you
received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation. ”
“You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. I
understand.
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