Saren and Kevin lavished compliments upon her performance that made her blush as Martin looked at her adoringly, nodding in agreement. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. "I was going to die, Hoddy!" she whispered. 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. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable.
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