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” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. 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. The massive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell.
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