‘Ah, non,’ exclaimed the husband. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Though he never seen so much of Miss Mary as I did. 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.
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