“Not at all. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. . 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. Half the rooms empty. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands.
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