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Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of
devastation. The street was deserted, no
pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or
behind them. Don't worry about me. Diamonds! You shall have all that you can carry away, sacks full if
you like. I begin to fear
I might be purposely go out of the way. 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. “I can only repeat what I said before,” she declared. She had exposed the real story behind Peters tragedy,
that dark, handsome Chuck had killed himself by leaving
the car running in the garage, not from a “heart attack” as
111
claimed the party line.
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