“No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. Her husband finally relented. “Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. That is why I am here. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow.
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