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‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. 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. “No!” he said aloud at last. His subconscious sensed the
unnaturalness of it and recoiled. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't
meddle with anything in that house. ‘Why not a French flag?’
‘Because I don’t believe that fool Pottiswick could tell French from Arabic,
even if he heard it as he says he did—which I take leave to doubt. “Come with me. And now YOU’RE on the war-path. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. For when this Joan said it, I had a memory.
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