’ She glared at Hilary. . “You did not tell me that you were going out, or I would have offered my escort. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. That is what I don't understand.
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