“A nearby one provided an excellent guide to London, and she also purchased two newspapers. Ones printed that very day. What a luxury! She couldn’t help looking for Thayne in each passing man, but she also kept alert for the brute’s brother. He’d never seen her, but if she saw him, she’d have a valid excuse to use Sir George Hawkinville’s address. Alas, she saw no one with even the slightest resemblance. When they returned to the inn, she described their little outing to Edgar, who was d...rinking some spiced ale that the innkeeper had recommended. He seemed to be enjoying it, which was a good sign. He enjoyed her account, too, and later, a spicy stew. She read one of the newspapers aloud as he ate, relating matters of national interest. In a few minutes he growled, “Duties on rice, naval stores, and pursers. Twaddle. Isn’t there anything interesting going on?” “Lunatic asylums?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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