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. Now, the reward?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. “What are you doing?” “Nothing. That had taken her by surprise, and her tired wits had failed her. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries.
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