"I'm a peace-officer," he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal. Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot are dying to see you. I would have heard her. ’ ‘That depends, that does,’ said Trodger guardedly. They should never come into contact with politics or economics—or any of those things. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. 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, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said.
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