She traced him by his scent. I’ve been on the watch for you. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. " "I know it," replied Sheppard, "and therefore I spare your life.
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