"
"It is folded under your pillow. ” She leaned against the back
wall of the place, sinking slowly. “It’s THE Society!” said Miss Miniver. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not
tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having
carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he
departed tolerably satisfied. ‘All right,
Trodger. Now
do you see his motive?"
"I see nothing but your danger," replied his mother, tenderly. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her
own. There was a new
softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost
pathetic. There were game watermen and game lightermen, heavy horsemen
and light horsemen, scuffle-hunters, and long-apron men, lumpers, journeymen
coopers, mud-larks, badgers, and ratcatchers—a race of dangerous vermin
recently, in a great measure, extirpated by the vigilance of the Thames Police,
but at this period flourishing in vast numbers. "That's well. ‘Could she have been a spy, after
all?’
‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently.
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