"The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. It is in the lower cupboard. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. With the immediate necessities in train, Melusine fell to brooding on her situation, which she found insupportable.
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