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'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. By and by he ventured to peer into this window. 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. She had denied it with vigor, and here she was! She did not so much exhaust this general question as pass from it to her insoluble individual problem again: “What am I to do?” She wanted first of all to fling the forty pounds back into Ramage’s face. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are.
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