A young man with shiny frock coat and very high collar, advanced
towards her languidly. None
presented themselves to save him from that return. . But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. Was there anything he could do!
"No, Hoddy; nothing. I always fall on my feet,
you know. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. "Mind, I, Rykhart Van Galgebrok predict it. Her aunt was making
herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. 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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