Desgas should not be long: another two or three minutes, and this impudent Englishman would be secure in the keeping of half a dozen of Captain Jutley's most trusted men.
"You are on your way to Paris, Sir Percy ?" he asked carelessly.
"Odd's life, no," replied Blakeney, with a laugh.

"Only as far as Lille--not Paris for me.

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beastly uncomfortable place Paris, just now.