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The thing rankled in her mind night and day. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. "Mr. Of course, I don't believe she's what you would call flush. Treat me as an elder brother, if you like. I do not wish to seek them out, en effet. She advanced, stabbing at him. At length, however, the prisoner was got out, when such was the rush of the multitude that several persons were trampled down, and received severe injuries. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. You owe what I have done for you, to him, not to me. 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.
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