"To Newgate," cried Jonathan, putting his head out of the window. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. Nor Jacques. She had never let off a pistol in her life. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Rowland's plans were quickly formed, and as quickly executed.
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