‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. She’s naïve, and yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. 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 imposed on me,” Annabel continued.
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