“You will go and see her,” he begged. 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. “Agreed,” he said with queer exaltation, and
his grip tightened on her hand. "For the sake of the girl. Kneebone made no effort to check the
unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. “They say there are spots on the sun. "Release your prisoner," continued Wood, "or the window is opened.
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