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She came
back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw
down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. If only—Anna, tell me,” she broke off suddenly, “how did you get
to know Mr. 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. We'll get this chap on his feet if only to learn what the
trouble is.
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