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’ There was a pause. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over —and my toasted scones are delicious. ’ Hilary eyed him. ’ ‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his own pistol was not cocked. Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. Will you?” She thought, and it seemed to him she had never looked so self-disciplined and deliberate and beautiful. 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. “Suppose, for example, I go to this dance?” “You won’t. ’ ‘Grossly unfair, too.
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