Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. " "Poor Jack!" exclaimed Thames. “Please go and see that—nothing happens,” she pleaded. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. I said I’d do anything. Lose no time.
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