. Yes, yes, you do not like the French, and so this English lady here, she is altogether your flesh. That was what she was trying to make him understand. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. 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. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen.
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