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Then the lady smiled and her radiance, even in the darkness, warmed Gerald unexpectedly. 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 did it in self-defence. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east.
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