Kneebone, who had drained his glass
to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of
Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the
trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. They did not care—
servant or master, it meant nothing. A moment before he
had been a strong man, she had been in his power, a poor helpless thing. still a kid!” He said. ”
“WHAT?” said Ann Veronica, startled. There's nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added. A militiaman came
belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third,
stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of
the house. Jonathan Wild must
have stolen it from her. "
CHAPTER XIV.
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