"
"I could make a fine sketch of him now," whispered Hogarth to Gay. "Do not go near him, mother," cried Jack; "do not believe him. "
Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his right arm was
grasped by the Jew who had silently approached him. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his
table at her. What was the fellow doing in this part
of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington?
The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a
flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the
roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign.
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