But if you have considerable money, you had better leave it in the office safe. 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. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. “Your coffee’s too good to refuse. " "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. “We are Mr. ” He smiled bitterly as he handed her from the cab.
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