” Her mind went off to Capes. “Are you sick, Michelle? Maybe you should have
stayed home. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. 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. Yet, I suppose that at
the present moment I am the most envied man in the room. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed
was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. I
shall not part with you again.
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