Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 6, 2025
Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere. Promise me." "If in my power certainly. But, what is it! What did you promise?" "To offer you my heart, my hand, my life," replied Kneebone, falling at her feet. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. "Inequality of rank can be no bar to our union," continued Kneebone.
As soon as she noticed the stranger, she honoured him with an extremely impudent stare, and scarcely endeavoured to disguise the admiration with which his good looks impressed her. "Don't you perceive, my dear Mrs. Maggot, that I'm engaged," said Kneebone, a little disconcerted. "Who've you got with you?" demanded the Amazon, boldly.
"I do not doubt it," retorted Winifred, scornfully; "because I attach credit neither to one nor the other. If Thames is murdered, you are his assassin. Let me go, Sir." The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. "Nothing more than to obtain a favourable answer to my suit," replied Kneebone.
"Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory." "We shall expect you to-morrow," insinuated Mrs. Wood; "and pray, don't bring anybody with you, especially Jonathan Wild." "No fear of that," laughed Kneebone. "Oh! about that boy, Thames Darrell. His safety must be looked to.
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.
Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. Blueskin will go with you, for fear of a mistake." "You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind." And she left the room with Blueskin, who very politely offered her his arm. Meanwhile, the combat between Kneebone and Mrs. Maggot had been brought to a termination.
The Master of the Mint, with whom the Jacobite captain had often had transactions before, vouched for their being men of honour and loyalty; and Kneebone was so well satisfied with his representations, that he at once closed the matter by administering to the applicants the oath of allegiance and fidelity to King James the Third, and several other oaths besides, all of which those gentlemen took with as little hesitation as the sum of money, afterwards tendered, to make the compact binding.
"Well, Sir," said Kneebone, when the other concluded, "I shall certainly not oppose his capture, but, at the same time, I'll lend you no assistance. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine. You must wait till supper's over." "As you please, Sir, provided you don't let him off." "That I'll engage not to do. I've another reason for supposing he'll pay me a visit.
I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder; not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a person whom I particularly dislike Captain Darrell." "A very sufficient reason," answered the jailer. "Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. I may want you. Light the lantern. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't mind it."
"She's gone," repeated Captain Kneebone. "No boat for us." But the compradore, dragging his bundle of sharp halberds, poked an inquisitive head out past the captain's, and peered on all sides through the smoke, with comical thoroughness. He dodged back, grinning and ducking amiably. "Moh bettah look-see," he chuckled; "dat coolie come-back, he too muchee waitee, b'long one piecee foolo-man."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking