”
“I think I am. "Heard of your escapes. He thought for a moment, and went on: “Love is something that has to be
taken care of. It was as if Grace-church
Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were
stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Tell me why you ran away from the convent. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. 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. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. "Curiosity, I suppose," returned Jack, carelessly.
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