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’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. She read on and on, now thrilled by the swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. For two years he thought himself secure; and, secretly engaged in the Jacobite schemes of the time, in which, also, Sir Cecil was deeply involved, he began to relax in his watchfulness over Aliva. ‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him.
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