Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. 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. Now go. "They shan't have the opportunity," replied Kneebone. . Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. " "I have promised. ” “Ah!” Sir John exclaimed.
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