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. And finally, when Jeremiah, having bestowed upon Mrs. “I’ll have to pay it. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. No further responsibility whatever. He handed her a cheque for thirty-one pounds, ten shillings, and read the agreement through to her. He drew her away from this thought.
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