"I have sworn to see him hanged," he said, "and nothing shall keep me away— nothing, by——. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. Blueskin will take care of the horses, and I'll go with you. Bah. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. The latch came with a weak click. He had thought it might have that effect. 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. But let that verse tell my secret. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning.
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