"The intelligence seems new to you. She’s naïve, and yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. I believe I am doomed to be an old maid. “Heavens!” exclaimed Ann Veronica, with extraordinary passion. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. . " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. 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. Not up here, I think.
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