Urging his steed along Oxford Road,— as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses, the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where, before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance at the place of execution. She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. I tore the marriage certificate from his pocket and burnt it. But he was wide awake. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. “You may call anytime.
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