"
"I'll have no explanations whatever," replied the carpenter, disdainfully, "except
before a magistrate. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. "
"From whom?" vociferated Trenchard. A native of
Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch Catholic, and a
sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while fighting for James the
Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had little to bequeath his son except
his laurels and his loyalty to the house of Stuart. "
"You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have
been like you, if he had lived. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about
to be executed. "You heard me say it! It was inevitable. “And you brought her a man, I presume. “You did not tell me that you were going out,
or I would have offered my escort. How many
nuns were there in England who might have occasion to spy on Lady
Bicknacre’s ballroom? The presence of the French refugees took on greater
significance. Little things, almost impalpable, had happened to justify that
doubt; something in his manner had belied his words.
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