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But she did not believe he would do that. 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. As a matter of fact, I had never spoken to him before in my life. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical.
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