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F. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess,
reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. We did not
know where to send … in case you died. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. She wanted to cry out
upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. Thwart me, and I
become your mortal enemy. 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. He did not speak for a moment. Heard of your last escape. ’
‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. "
"Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. ”
“Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled.
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