The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Now, he had achieved them, and felt assured of success. 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. His attention was focused on Melusine’s transfixed stare and he forgot to say any of the things he had planned to say. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. ” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. He fixed it. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight.
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