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From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. "
As she said this, she drew a little aside, while Mrs. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. "What's that?" asked Wild. The
benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps,
had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to
the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were
broken and scattered about in all directions. "No offence," returned Jonathan. . She longed to allow him to kiss her
again, to touch her again. 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. It was supposed he was drowned in
crossing the river, as his body had never been found.
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