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’ He sighed elaborately. I can’t tell anyone certain things about my life. I love you all the more for the streak of sheer devil in you. 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. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. " "Force the door," said Thames, "or you will be too late. Gerald lost his head.
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