” She grinned. Her mind had been and was full of the thought of Capes, a huge generalized Capes-lover. 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. ’ ‘Parbleu,’ burst from Melusine indignantly. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. She wouldn't be able to pass by anywhere without folks turning their heads. Only Leonardo, and then Jack, had shown her that she might be admired. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves. Killed is too kind a word.
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