"This young fool is come to
restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to
conceal, and which his companion purloined. "Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered
Kneebone, "What's to be done?"
"What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. "It's not very
likely that a babby of nine months old will save my life, if I'm to be his friend, as
you seem to say, Mrs. Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. If only he had known it,
sympathy was almost entirely with him. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he
had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further. See the new litter of Mrs. Wood's.
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