’
‘Your groom? What for?’
‘Get him to wait outside. This—’ waving
an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no
movement, nothing about him that warmed. She had
no inkling of that insupportable wrong. One night she apparently fell asleep. 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. Sheppard now directed her steps. CHAPTER XIX. Taber's room at once," Ruth
ordered. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses
was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the
scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed
with admiration of his appearance.
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