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How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. “I wish. “Come upstairs,” she said, “and I will show you your room. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. 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.
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