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She always left the table when they began to smoke. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. The Well Hole. 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 curiosity put itself into a question. . ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. She held up the lamp.
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