On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. “Is that okay with you? To go down to the station
with him?”
“I’ll go with him, Larry. She cried and sobbed in fits. 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. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to
review the recent events. "
"Do you call ten guineas easy terms?" cried Wood, with a look of dismay. She was now permitted freely to study the face.
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