She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway
and many minutes after his car was gone. It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. Caution forced her to speak calmly. “Your friend,
“DAVID COURTLAW. She heard her husband’s
heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. ToC
Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May,
1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one
afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the
houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular
habitation. She hurried with Jack as fast as she could
to the open door to the passage. "
"So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. ' Will that do?"
"It will," replied Trenchard. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone.
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