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 an inspiration—your speaking to him?” “I felt impudent. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. Even if you pretend sometimes to be without sense. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Of course, at home there would have been questions. He had said so. “I really owe him something of an apology. That is why I ask you.
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