"It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet. For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal to Shotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, he determined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love. I must break open the door. 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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