The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. 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. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. Other girls gathered around like sheep. "I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch. This is your room. She became as The Tigress, a free thing.
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