“We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. . In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. . "You are my prisoner. You seem altogether altered, too. “Before I met you I was deluded into receiving upon friendly terms a man named Hill, who passed himself off as Meysey Hill the railway man, but who was in reality an Englishman in poor circumstances. 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. ” “You cannot play at hide-and-seek with this creature all your life,” he answered.
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