She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. "My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. Wild was formerly an agent to the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of a bribe from the opposite faction, he unhesitatingly deserted and betrayed his old employers. I will go to-night. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. " "Footsteps are approaching," cried Thames.
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