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 should have thought my note cleared up everything. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm. She felt this was the sensible way out of this oddly sinister situation. You knew me in Paris.
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