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’ ‘I was merely drawing your attention to the odd prevalence of French émigrés claiming English antecedents. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. ‘I’ll make you an offer.
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