She was vaguely happy over this arrangement which put her in the wing across the middle hall, alone. It took all my self control not to let my hands wander. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. ’ ‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you, and left it all to me. 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. Are you satisfied?’ Grudgingly, Jack Kimble took back the coins.
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