Ann Veronica stared for a moment in amazement at this dark-green object that clashed as it was put down. 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. . They don’t count, and I don’t care.
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