‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively. They are tending to congregate, our poor French friends. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. ’ Looking round, she found the little coterie of soldiers crowded into the passage behind them. But do not awaken my apprehension, unless you have good cause for so doing. She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed.
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