She would look up, shake her head, and then
go back to her reading or crewelwork. ’ A sudden thought brought a frown to her brow. Her slender
throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and
upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. Meanwhile, the mob outside had prodigiously increased, and had begun to
exhibit some disposition to riot. 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. For aught I know, they may be in the neighbourhood at this moment. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. So
get up, and let's be off. "I could almost forgive the wretch
the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that,"
he added, a little confused. So go up-stairs and get your things together while
I look out for a hansom.
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