“You appear,” she said, without any sign of anger in her tone, and with unruffled
composure, “to be a very impertinent person. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. He gently took the roses from her and laid
them on the pillow. ‘Fiddle, Gerald. 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. Many’s the young ’un I’ve
seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty
wench. Why? He could preach the Word and
deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his
face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so
inexplicable. Apparently he did not see his recent
companions. John moved closer to her, getting up
from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench
where she sat. But you couldn't. Your Mom says to come
downstairs for dessert.
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