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‘Aha,’ grunted Gerald with satisfaction, squinting up at the two open shutters
on the second floor. 216
“Please, get dressed. Norris
was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to drive back as fast as they
could. ”
Chapter XXV
THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH
The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room
with a deferential little gesture. 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. Of course, I don't believe she's what
you would call flush. You’ll come
along of me, for you’re under arrest, too. Be warned by your father's
fate. He sat up in his chair as though the question
had stung him. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father,
taking his lonely way to sea. She mewed weakly, “Sebastian? What have you done?
Where is Gianfrancesco? Did you kill him?”
He crossed his arms. Thames Street was wholly impassable.
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