Perhaps that
sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. "He must have gone this way," muttered Blueskin. She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. ‘I have a very
good mind to do so, imbecile. At length, she suddenly started to her feet; and before Winifred could prevent
her, staggered up to Thames. It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the
patient the doctor had already anticipated. Annabel
half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate,
shook the contents into it.
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