Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. She had better escape if she can.
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