Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. The audience clapped more heartily. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue. He sent me home. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. I stole away and walked to the railway station. Ennison had disappeared.
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