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Not if I read her aright. ***** The general office was an extension of the west wing of the McClintock bungalow. At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. 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. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. He just seemed to have no interest, consumed with the hunt or his newfound friend, Sebastianus, who supposedly would enable him to expand his political ties to Rome. All she had found was the love of this dog. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. No, don’t interrupt me.
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