You're in luck to-night, widow. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. 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.
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