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her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Who but you would have dreamed
of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. You refuse me your confidence. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,”
he said, very firmly. He likewise gave directions that in the after part of the day a
whole bullock should be roasted on the green and distributed, together with a
barrel of the strongest ale. “We’ll clean up
everything tidy,” said Capes. But Sheppard was not to be silenced. She felt she must fly before it and could no longer do so. The girl,
with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window.
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