Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. " "Hold!" interposed Winifred, gravely. We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. ‘You will arrest me? For—for—’ ‘Trespass, theft and spying,’ snapped Hilary.
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