“murmured Damon as he turned down New Bond Street. His frown made him conspicuous, other gentlemen’s expressions conveying either weary boredom or hearty cheer. It was a warm day, and a remarkably clear one. A brisk breeze had pushed the usual haze of smoke and coal soot to the east, leaving the sky a brilliant blue. Bond Street was crowded with colorfully dressed ladies and equally colorful dandies. A flower cart filled the air with a heady scent, footmen raced by on errands, and two girls excl...aimed over hats displayed in a window. Acquaintances chattered as though they had been separated for weeks rather than hours, exchanging scandalous on-dits and enthusing about the day’s social calendar. Hawkers pushed their wares, shouting above the noise. Horses and carriages rattled over the cobblestones, the confusion made worse when a horseman cantered past. But Damon was oblivious. Only the tiniest corner of his mind knew where he was. Shock deadened the rest. “How could he do it?” he asked rhetorically, deaf to greetings from Mr.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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