Most carried by their mothers or nurses, but a few being coddled by men. His repetitive cadence as he tramped through the evening streets improved his mood. His favorite coffeehouse was arguably London’s best coffeehouse, and he would be sure to meet a few interesting characters there who could take his mind off of Elizabeth and the maddening way she pretended to succumb to him. He changed direction and loped to Will’s. Anything to keep his mind from the dissolution and frustration roiling his thoughts. Unless he wanted the mindless chatter of passing acquaintances and total strangers-yes, that was it. Darius disappeared into London’s gaming hells-and look where that had brought him. As a prominent Whig, Antony had Brooks’s, and Bart had his friends at the Crown Court to fall back on. Montborne had White’s to retreat to, because he was the marquis. Not with his emotions raging out of control.
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