" "Well then, to change it," replied Thames, gravely, "suppose I should be obliged to leave you. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. 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. I’m not Gerald, remember. I followed you in. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. “This has almost killed your father. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages.
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