David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. She ignored his question. But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them.
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