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Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. "Recollect you are in my power. He stepped back further. The ragged edge. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. "I'm going back for Ruth. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. There's a hundred pounds too much. It was perfectly logical. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips.
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