Norris, she revived a little. ” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. Dorling said deferentially. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. " "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. 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.
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