" "You may rest assured he does not," rejoined Kneebone, emphatically, "but I am at a loss to understand in what way your father proposes to assist him. "How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. Later, she understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. After debating with himself whether he should further seek an interview, which, though, now in his power, was so sedulously shunned by the other party, he decided in the negative; and contenting himself with writing upon a slip of paper the hasty words,—"You are known by the villagers,—be upon your guard,"—he gave it to the ostler, with instructions to deliver it instantly to the owner of the horse he pointed out, and pursued his course. His literary instincts were reviving. “If you speak—farewell. ” She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still in her hand. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall.
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