Wild," he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the prisoner. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. The flowers and turf, a wild strawberry, a rare butterfly, and suchlike little intimate things had become more interesting than mountains. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food.
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