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. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. " "No more of this," interrupted Thames, "you make the matter worse by these excuses. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. Her husband had a great deal of respect for Sebastian as well. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly.
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