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“Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. She regarded the young man coldly. ’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. 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. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. But finding his hints totally disregarded, he, at length, swaggered up to the table, and thrust in a chair. ” She stopped short, full of things un-said. I—well, I lost my temper. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything. Nice position. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish.
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