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“She must go her own way. Come and help me pack. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. “How well and jolly you must be feeling. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. "Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. 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. ‘That is not your affair.
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