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. At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. I am a little afraid. The two sisters were very fond of one another, I believe. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance. She could not stir hand or foot. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. Blood, they say, won't come out. You will find it somewhere in that book. ” It did begin to fall into place together.
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