So, adroitly and
patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here,
another there, until he had quite a substantial array. She dared not look directly at him, her
head obscured by a gray hoodie, she had the slumped
appearance of an androgynous adolescent. As they left Florence, dying men and women still
scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from
the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick
children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses
running, begging to join them in their journey out. Lucy entered the
house by picking the back door lock with the slim jim. 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.
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