As he moved about upon the starling, Mr. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. She smiled encouragingly, laying aside her plate and turning her chair from the table. " "On the contrary," rejoined Smith, looking askance at his companion, "I happen to know you're in the right. “I want to have no distractions. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. I am tired, and I want to be alone. 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. "Blueskin," said Jonathan, as that worthy was about to follow, "I advise you to remain with me.
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