“You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked. 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. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not
prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the
melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place.
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