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. ‘Come along. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. So completely! The oddest fitness! What is it made
of? Texture of skin and texture of mind? Complexion and voice. ’
‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for
some employment?”
“Quite true!” she answered. He will let you live if it pleases him. Gerald was instantly on the alert. "
"Treated you like a white man there, did they?"
"Like a gentleman. “Listen,” she said.
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