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He stopped before her suddenly. “You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. 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 know the hand—ha! my friend! and I have murdered him! And my sister was thus nobly, thus illustriously wedded. Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. ” “That’s rather the theory now,” said Ann Veronica. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. “Do not look so uncomfortable, both of you,” she begged.
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