William Kneebone,
Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. The same pale white buttocks, the
same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her
collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never
been able to erase. “How did you know I haven’t
been getting any sleep --?”
“Oops, that’s my class. But I'll take care of her bill, if worst comes to worst. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions,
incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the
windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. 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. She wanted to think. ”
Anna shook her head. Something seemed awry. “Sir John is a man of the world,” her aunt answered coldly. ’
She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her.
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