I am bound to admit that I greatly enjoy my altered life. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. . Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. ’ Amazed, Melusine stared at him. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. And I'll have supper with you. 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. She had not even endorsed it.
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