The others hurried to the window. And Mother trusted him. Lucy felt a finger tap her on the bra strap as she observed Michelle chatting with yet another passing group of people. 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. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. "Your health, Kneebone. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. In Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss.
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