He might not condone it, but
the feelings that had prompted it augured well for Melusine’s safety. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood
possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped
round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. That is why I am here. A
disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s
table, was only too manifestly sketching her. He seemed happy with her, finding her
proper and seemly. A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart.
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