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“I am developing ailments,” she said, meeting his questioning eyes. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. 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.
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