"Do you take me for a thiefcatcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such a proposal?" "No offence, Sir," rejoined the jailer, humbly. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. ” She said. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. “I have never seen him in my life,” she said to the official. He knew she had been weeping. She could not bear the shame of it. There was no need to be afraid for me. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot. E. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. 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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