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"I've done with you. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. " Upon which, Mr. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. There's my thumb upon it. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further. 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.
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