Mr. 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. She did not wait, but grabbed
up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse …
and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me. There! You are trying to take your hand away. His
little doll. Lucy stepped inside. "Is it a bargain?"
"Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried
Trenchard passionately. She could not look at him through an interval that
seemed to her a vast gulf of time. She was too delicate, too
fragile to survive out there. It has something to do with the fact
that my Mom had them when she was only seventeen. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. "
"I have.
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