It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. He now tells her that she is free, no longer a slave. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. 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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