"Oh, easily enough," rejoined the other. Clean water. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. The Jacobite. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. She would end this sham with Manning. Then there came briskly along the path towards her, an Englishman.
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