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Then she looked up at Brendon. 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. ‘I, on the other hand, want to help you to marry this Englishman. " CHAPTER XIV. " "Not now," returned Thames, impatiently. 5. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. " "All right. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented.
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