After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. But that bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses. She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground from the second story with very little sound. Sheppard. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. Lucy looked about confusedly. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.
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