‘Well, I thought as how someone in the house in Paddington might see me hanging about outside like. He resumed his listening. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. He walked unsteadily towards the door. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an unprotected male. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. Did you not hear the shot?’ ‘I ain’t saying as I didn’t hear no shot,’ Trodger said carefully, peering at her out of eyes narrowed with interest, ‘but what I do say is, it’s mighty peculiar you saying as how there’s a Frenchman in the case, when it’s as plain as the nose on your face that you’re a Frenchwoman yourself. “I hope you will not compel me to say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I ever seen him before in my life.
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