This is retribution. "Bah!" cried Jack, contemptuously; "nobody's disgraced and ruined unless he's found out. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. Still, I suppose Melusine can always sell the house. " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. —'How so?' says I. 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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