I worship you. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. 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. “Ugh!” she said. But there was a face pressed to the glass. ’ ‘What, a common soldier?’ ‘He was not a common soldier. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. All the world over a wedding procession arouses laughter and derision in the bystanders. Why did I not realise it at once? It just shows how one should not judge by appearances.
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