"Confusion!" ejaculated Jonathan: "can he have escaped? No. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. When he finally telegraphed his startling information to Hong-Kong, it was too late for O'Higgins to act. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer.
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