" "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. 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. ” Part 3 When Ann Veronica found herself in her father’s study that evening it seemed to her for a moment as though all the events of the past six months had been a dream. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone.
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