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. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. "I don't deserve it," he said, at length; "but I would have risked a thousand deaths to enjoy this moment's happiness. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. Lucy followed. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman.
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