There
could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. 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. Then he turned round and gazed
thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. "I am twenty," said the girl. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. ‘No mistaking you this
time. Why? Because Howard Spurlock
the author dared not risk the liberty of Howard Spurlock the malefactor; because
there were still some dregs in this cup of irony. "Stop, Caliban," interposed Mrs. Parbleu, but must she do this all through the house?
Evidently she must, for not only could she not properly see the paintings and
portraits that hung on the walls, but she was in imminent danger of bumping into
the sheet-shrouded furniture.
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