As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. She could not apply it in this instance because she was not sure the application would be correct. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch.
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