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. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. We both understood that. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. A fierce struggle ensued. The only departure which he made from the fashion of the period, was in respect to the peruke—an article he could never be induced to wear. " "I know where she will be found, and how," rejoined Jack with a shudder.
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