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As soon as he had delivered his instructions to Quilt, who, with Abraham, constituted his body-guard, or janizaries, as he termed them, Jonathan mounted his steed, and rode off at a gallop. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. A door slammed. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her.
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