"
"That's frank enough," the doctor admitted astonishedly. "Are you my son? Are you
Jack?"
"I am," replied Jack. She crept out of the shadows. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter
it. By-the-bye,” he added, in a suddenly
altered tone, “I hope, I trust—that you have not entered into any arrangements
with any one here?”
“I—oh no!” Anna said, a little faintly. She did not wait, but grabbed
up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. 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. “Violence won’t do it,” said Ann Veronica. Those were dreams. She was not a Christian woman. ‘That is good,’ she said with satisfaction, ‘for I was compelled on Saturday to
abandon the chase.
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