He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. ‘Jacques?’ she called. God, how old are they now? They must be teenagers. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood. ‘Mademoiselle. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home.
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