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NOT always remarkable for arriving at just conclusions, Lady Loring had drawn the right inference this time. Stella had stopped the first cab that passed her, and had directed the driver to Camp's Hill, Islington.
The aspect of the miserable little street, closed at one end, and swarming with dirty children quarreling over their play, daunted he