“My dear Anna,” he answered. ‘You cannot be André Valade if you tell them I am one of this family. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. The guineas are not for serving your mistress. He grabbed her wrist and prised the weapon from her fingers, ignoring her other hand that clawed at his to try to retain the trophy. "From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be expected but treachery?" With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in the best way he could. Paul's are his work.
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