Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. Had this not been the case, he must have refused even to see his Frenchified granddaughter. She came into the room. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased.
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