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 spent my fair share of time in the closet. Nevertheless, Ann Veronica found it a difficult matter not to think of these things. I'm heading for bed. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. The carte de jour was before Monsieur.
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