’
‘Let’s. ’
‘Don’t be a little fool,’ Gerald snapped irritably. Well-born, welleducated; those are the lads that pay in full. Sir John
followed her gaze, and also saw them. \"
\"All right. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire. 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. "Do you
mean to tell me he's come and gone in an hour? What the devil kind of a father is
he?"
Spurlock shook his head. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor.
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