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... ng for a carriage. “Coachman!”
The coachman, seated high on the carriage, came running from afar, slowing down with a series of “Whoa, whoa” until he stopped in front of us.
After hearing Jefferson’s destination, the coachman shot a hesitant glance at the addresser and then at Liam and me. He seemed to recognize us, probably aware of our notorious involvement with London’s crime scenes, and was assessing whether he should allow us onboard.
I cleared my throat and whispere ...
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