If he got her outside, surely the soldiers would see her and intervene. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. At last—I told a story. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. “I thought much of it amazingly beautiful. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. 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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