He sat down. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination. She threw her arms around Rollo's neck and laid her cheek upon the flea-bitten head. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. ’ *** Mrs Chalkney, a long-time friend of the late Mrs Alderley, had been delighted to oblige that lady’s son.
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