” “Are you a detective or a doctor?” she asked calmly. Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an aspect of or diversion from that. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. 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. He pressed the long shapely hand warmly in his. ‘To what do you go, mademoiselle? The life of a nun in a convent, in a country where nuns are unwelcome. You'd not know what to do without me, and shan't drive me off. Some of the hotel guests can act as witnesses. As soon as he had read it, he let it fall from his grasp.
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