Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. Perhaps she had found this new thing in life, the thing wonderful. “So that’s the way it is. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. Don't unman him.
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