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There was no
point in rushing into the long walk home. But it is all very
different. I
shall count it a privilege. He resented being regarded
as irregular. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small
income. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the
least conception, no more than a child. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of
satisfaction was not easily restored. ‘What Frenchman would that be, missie? We
ain’t let no one escape. They are rather a long way off, but you could write to
them.
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