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"What's the matter?" he cried. I fancy that Sir John does not approve of me. His arm fell to his side. I saw him yesterday, and he told me he shouldn't stir from home for a week to come. 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. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. " "If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window," replied Jonathan.
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