"I have killed you," cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion of blood from her breast. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter. She winked at him as he shut the door. At the precise period of this history, the Jacobite party was full of hope and confidence. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips.
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