Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. If you ride out there, and the place is well worth a visit, for the magnificent view it commands of some of the finest country in the neighbourhood of London,—you are certain to meet with him. He would know her address to-morrow. It’s just because all that side of your life hasn’t fairly begun. Gosse cursed him finely, of course, but there was nothing he could do. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded.
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