"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. "Where are you going?" she asked. Cahill gave me a hall pass. ‘Leave it, imbecile. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. ’ He grimaced. “You shall drive home with me in a hansom, if you will. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. " "Your esteem is all he will require," urged Winifred. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. 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.
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