"Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. She was saying good-bye to childhood and home, and her
making; she was going out into the great, multitudinous world; this time there
would be no returning. “What?” He replied. ’
The crack in the iron front widened a little, and the general was obliged to
clamp his jaws tight against the rise of a pain too well remembered. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. “Where am I?” he muttered. In short, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise
was resorted to by this horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger or
molestation. 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. ’
Gerald ignored this. Then he sensed the trap.
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