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"Any price was better than your head. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. She always dawdled, so it was easy. ’ Hilary’s jaw dropped open, and he stood stupidly staring, the nun’s clothing dangling from his hand. Then you won't tell me where he's going?" "I will tell you six months from now. She wanted to be on with the show. " "I know not how it is," sighed Darrell, "but I feel an unaccountable misgiving at quitting this place. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees.
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