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. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad after him. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. And, in applying the term to his friend, Thames meant to pay him a high compliment. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Cecilia’s even though it is far too much money.
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