Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. 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. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do. They were in different key, they had a different timbre. ’ The eyes flashed momentarily. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on.
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