He embraced her like her father once had. 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. There are boats on the lake and shady depths and wildernesses of pine-wood. “You love some one else?” he repeated. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. They had been married for well over one hundred years.
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