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‘Bête. ” Courtlaw refused brusquely, almost rudely. Vee’s all right. "Oh!—to see you thus!" cried Thames, in an agony of affliction. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. Wood, however, made known his presence to the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. 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.
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