There she sought and at last found 107A, one of those heterogeneous piles of offices which occupy the eastern side of the lane. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. While this was passing, Jonathan had ridden back to Marvel to tell him that all was ready, and to give him his last instructions. “Good God!” he exclaimed.
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