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Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. ‘You seem to understand the gentry very well. ” She said through a closed mouth. 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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