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“I thought you weren’t keeping up to the mark. Your Mom says to come downstairs for dessert. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. I wouldn't be in his skin for a trifle!" "But he may peach," said Smith casting an oblique glance at Jackson. Certainly I never met him. But I don’t want to. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's. 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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