Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. “What the hell is going on here, Officer?” He grumbled. For she needed him. “Here goes for the new life!” “Here goes for the new life,” he echoed and stood up. 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.
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