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“I’m not in the mood right this instant. "
He shook his head. . 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. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of
popular airs. CHAPTER XXVI. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there?
They were kind to you, the nuns?’
‘Oh, but yes. '—'What is it, Mint?' asked
all three. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had
imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. In spite of all this, he grew daily better and stronger, and his spirits revived. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. "
"You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. —
Am I to understand that you intend to plead guilty, Sir Rowland?" he added. "Ah! I see.
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