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I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. 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. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail.
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