He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. I didn't think. Stopping before each door, they took up the plates of the locks, examined the ponderous bolts, and were struck with the utmost astonishment at what they beheld. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. ‘How so?’ he asked, and she noted that he allowed his pistol to dangle a little from his fingers. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. How different were his present feelings compared with those he had experienced on quitting it.
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