Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. He refused. 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. That old chap has a remarkable range in reading. The smile had become a laugh. I must apologize for my young puppy of a clerk. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. 1. But you belong to me—and I want you. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. I think not.
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