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"Where are you?" "Here," replied Mrs. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. 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. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands.
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