“Of course, one lives differently in Paris, but then—Paris is Paris. But oh, how weary I am! I know. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street towards Hatton Garden. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. That won’t involve references, as a bank account would—and all that sort of thing. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church.
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