It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. "
"No," answered the ruffian, moodily. ‘What is the matter?’
‘Is there nothing you do not know?’ she asked faintly. Get nothing out of me. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had
acquired. There was also the
daunting task of getting dressed. So now I will say nothing
more to you, and you will please to say nothing more to me, for I do not reply. 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. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the
station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning.
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