" "A novelist?" cried Ruth, thrilling. ” “So it would have been at the English Embassy,” Courtlaw answered, “but the place to which you went was not the English Embassy. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far. By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. ’ ‘You’re going to break into the house? You’re mad. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. "That's well. "You poor child!" said Prudence. The gentlemen are so particular now, and a good thing too, I say. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. There was—a service.
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