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. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. She spoke readily enough, but there was a new timidity in her manner. She hated the manor.
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