Prudence shook her head. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. “We mustn’t have any unpleasantness, and Mr. . Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in Kendrick Yard. Everything. Michelle pulled a Kleenex out of a Pocket Pack and blew her nose.
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