It’s—Mrs. Having made a hole in the wall sufficiently large to pass through, Jack first tossed the bar into the room and then crept after it. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it. Also she remembered very vividly the smell of orange blossom, and Alice, drooping and spiritless, mumbling responses, facing Doctor Ralph, while the Rev. ’ She had given nothing away.
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