“It is such a very respectable boarding-house,” she said. "Gone," replied the wounded man. ’ ‘I don’t know,’ confessed Gerald. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. In this way he crossed one or two public gardens and a bowling-green,—the neighbourhood of Clerkenwell then abounded in such places of amusement,—passed the noted Ducking Pond, where Black Mary had been frequently immersed; and, striking off to the left across the fields, arrived in a few minutes at his destination.
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