Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. The hard work will be his, until we yank this young fellow back from the brink. And a ballot-box—” Her face assumed an expression of intellectual conflict. Move. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. 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. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, put them on.
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