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. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. He divorced her. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. ’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. And yet, dang it! I've seen 'em just as innocent looking that were prime vipers. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. The soldiers! They must not find her here. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him.
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