F. He would have to probe
further. “Lots of ‘em!”
Capes chuckled. She glanced at the Frenchman, and found him struggling with the portrait that
was embedded around his scalp. 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. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's
was only dully confused. He could remember when
women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. McClintock says they can't get in there, or at least they
never try it.
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