‘Give me that!’
He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. If she returns to the house from which we took her, her
companions will laugh at her and smother her with ridicule. You understand. Her aunt was making
herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. Even
her debt to him was a triviality now. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her
to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. These fellows must be right,” he added
thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. And so,
the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de Saint George is
to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and the Hanoverian
usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be made a bishop, and
we're all to be—eh?"
"All in good time," returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips; "don't let
your imagination run away with you, my charmer.
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