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. “Yes. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. It began as a joke. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. Ann Veronica had got quite interested in Mr. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him.
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