Twenty-one,
twenty-two. 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. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. Sure, I lose one
occasionally—if he stays in New York. What do you know about her, Fred? I am interested. He lost control of the machine. ”
She smiled
artificially as she scanned the audience and located John. ’
‘And if she can’t?’ asked Lucy. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle
of the door. The lady grasped it more firmly and turned it upon Hilary. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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