You see, I kidnapped poor Jack and made him promise to send me word if you went careering off anywhere. 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. The stoppage had materially lessened the distance between him and his pursuers, who now amounted to more than a hundred persons, many of whom carried lanterns and links. Taking up a link, which was blazing beside him, he walked across the room; and touching a spring in the wall, a secret door flew open. Regardless as the gentry of the Mint usually were (for, indeed, they had become habituated from their frequent occurrence to such scenes,) of any outrages committed in their streets; deaf, as they had been, to the recent scuffle before Mrs. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling.
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