Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the
ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. And empty. 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. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over
every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily
kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most
skilful attempts to draw him out. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her
ear. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the infant
at arm's length; "have mercy on this helpless innocent!"
And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its mother's shrieks. Without turning or looking in his
direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows
upon her knees.
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