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‘He was our first commander, and a
more stiff-necked—’
‘Exactly so,’ concurred Lady Bicknacre. Amidst it all,
however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell
to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. 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. “I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals,
and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself—
stop. ”
“Yes.
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