She
meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and
gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. 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. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\"
Lucy looked at her slippered feet. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. The situation bothered him considerably. ’
‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they
could not make out who had uttered it. Profoundly. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. While he was thus musing, two horsemen rode
past him; and, proceeding to a little distance, stopped likewise. I really cannot have anything to do
with Mr. I only know that it is right to do what I do. Stay where you are, Mr. " But she did not complete the thought aloud.
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