“Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. She cried out his name in ecstasy. Was the situation so
desperate that he could not pack his best things?
She had packed lightly, not wanting to weigh down the
carriage they would travel in. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. His father and mother were a lawyer and a
doctor, respectively. The fibre of his soul had to be tested, queerly, to make him
worthy of you. Ruth's arm trembled and her step faltered, but he was too far away in
thought to be observant. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had
come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. For two
years he thought himself secure; and, secretly engaged in the Jacobite schemes
of the time, in which, also, Sir Cecil was deeply involved, he began to relax in
his watchfulness over Aliva.
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