She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there
was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her
long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. She had
made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. 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. A queer game this: he could not move directly as in an ordinary case of manhunt. Their laughter, together with the agonized yowling of the dog, drew a
circle of wondering natives; and at length McClintock himself came over to see
what the racket was about.
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