When she
judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat
dispirited. 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. If I’d known,
there would have been a different story. "I must tell you," she was saying. The wounded man had
descended the bridge, and dashed himself against the door beyond it; but, finding
it impossible to force his way further, he turned to confront his assailants.
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