Wood. A quarter of an hour passed. 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. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too
slimy to sit upon. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the
proffered courtesies. ‘En effet, it is for this that I
was enquiring of this man if he has pen and paper.
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