Your second turn is not over, is it?” She laughed a little hardly. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. She let out a wail. I wanted it badly. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention.
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