" "Poh! poh!" rejoined Ireton; "it was mere idle boasting. Crossing them, he ascended an eminence, which, from its singular shape, seems to have been the site of a Roman encampment, and which commands a magnificent prospect. She had lost it. ” Annabel looked down. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. You shall tell me if I am wrong.
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