"I am utterly lost. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. His hand flew across the paper. McClintock does it; and he knows why. She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. 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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