"See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. But he knew. A native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. Bring me food, a man, hurry!” She placed the stone back over the crypt to hide the evidence of what she had uncovered. As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness. "I've won, after all. But Ann Veronica had still to get to her chief topic.
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