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A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. "She was mine before you ever saw her. She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina had predicted. Katy had sneered at her for a moment, their eyes locking. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. She had had to do away with many a leering foster father since she had started frequenting foster homes in the middle of the century. For a while he threatened her.
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