O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. Annabel, I cannot believe it. Ascertaining that it was Sheppard of whom this concourse was in pursuit, the two horsemen leapt the hedge, and were presently close upon him. "Where am I?" asked Spurlock. He was not sure that the boy had put himself beyond the pale; merely, the boy's actions pointed that way.
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