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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. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. She let out a delighted laugh. In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest would be misinterpreted, naturally. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. It’s odd, but nothing but cliche seems to meet this case. . Brendon. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. ’ Melusine fought down the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her and drew a steadying breath. \"His name is John Diedermayer.
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