" "No more!" cried Griffin, incredulously; "I should have thought you must have made double that sum at least. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another. I have been dreaming of your body and you night after night. 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 saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. "You have betrayed me," said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion; "but you shall reap the reward of your treachery.
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