Que pasa con ustedes?” He returned in bad Spanish. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. 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. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence.
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