Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it
might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her
reason. 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. ’
‘Madame la Comtesse,’ put in Melusine, for she had learned much by
pumping le pére Saint-Simon, who was acquainted with all the French exiles. “I suppose
you’ll come to the point soon—if there is one. You sent back my
Christmas checks. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’
Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. ”
“That is so,” Anna admitted.
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