‘At this present, I must appropriate Lady Bicknacre. Ramage admitted the force of that. Plays Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps. She continued to fan herself. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. 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. "Yes," answered the girl. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. “Didn’t you know he was married?” asked Miss Klegg, and was struck by a thought that made her glance quickly at her companion. " "And so will I," said Austin.
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