”
“No fear!”
“Then, as we succeed, it will begin to sidle back to us. Nothing at
all. You're a queer lad. It got on my nerves—the women
I saw. "
"It matters not what I think," replied Wild. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!”
she said. So long as
matters remain as they are, and they found me, there would be no shame for
Ruth. Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the
drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation. Jack had well-nigh fallen too. Skirting the noble
gardens of Montague House, (now, we need scarcely say, the British Museum,)
the party speedily reached Great Russell Street,—a quarter described by Strype,
in his edition of old Stow's famous Survey, "as being graced with the best
buildings in all Bloomsbury, and the best inhabited by the nobility and gentry,
especially the north side, as having gardens behind the houses, and the prospect
of the pleasant fields up to Hampstead and Highgate; insomuch that this place,
by physicians, is esteemed the most healthful of any in London. He is already
married. "Do you know what you make me think of?"
"What?"
"As if you had stepped out of some old family album. Nothing is settled upon. “As if it could possibly matter what such a
person thinks of you.
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