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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. “You see, dear, one IS passionately anxious for something—what is it? One wants to be CLEAN. "Slip on the handcuffs," cried the thief-taker. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it. She must not tell Martha about Gerald. The door opened. She watched her friend rise and go towards her affianced husband, a look of mischief in her face. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle.
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