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. Or felt it. ‘Yes, miss. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald.
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