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I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. Spurling; Austin had never quitted his post. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. Up to dinner yesterday I did not expect to come to Canton. 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. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. "No matter.
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