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"I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. 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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