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Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. She could tell that he was furious in that instant. A dozen shynesses and intellectual barriers were being outflanked or broken down in her mind. She fidgeted and looked away. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. "Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell— am detained here by Jonathan Wild. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey.
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