The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. “Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier—Mr. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!" CHAPTER XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph. 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. "Don't you know me, mother?" "Ah!" shrieked Mrs.
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