Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters. ” “And they go?” “When they get the chance. ” “You don’t. ” Lucy put her hand to her heart and pulled one of her kinky curls straight. 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. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully.
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