"Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. "I know not—and care not," replied Jack. I take their life.
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