Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. Hastening in the direction of the sound, he discovered
Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. She hated it, she hated the mission-house;
she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same.
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