Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. At the precise period of this history, the Jacobite party was full of hope and confidence. Ever and again Capes appealed to Ann Veronica. ‘Do not beg my pardon. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. Are you now satisfied?" "No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn.
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