Paris, 18. There was no one stirring in the flats. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. “Lady Ferringhall, sir.
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