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. ’ ‘Lord, man, it’s only a scratch!’ Suddenly Gerald snapped his fingers. Wood in their favour. They either ran to see or ran for shelter. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom— especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. " "I'll tell you really why I keep her in peeled paint. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat.
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