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You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter. 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. Before Marthe will become impatient and come out. ” “I can’t seem to get out of chairs without flashing my brassiere to the whole of Creation. But I'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—" "You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me again. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. I did not know what I was saying.
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