A wagoner’s cart—yes. Now that, she reasoned, wouldn’t have seemed out of place at all, not even at this late hour. But a hired carriage awaiting custom in this impoverished area of the city, where the people could barely scrape together enough to live…? Yes, definitely odd, she concluded, but the thought of walking through hostile and darkened streets decided the matter and she stopped to address the jarvey. ‘Are you for hire, my good man?’ she enquired in her gruffest Master Green voice. ‘I might be, young sir, iffen you ’ave the blunt to pay for your ride.’ ‘I have funds enough about me,’ she assured him, delving into her coat pocket in order to show him a shiny coin. ‘In that case, young sir, tells me where you wants to go and then ’op aboard,’ the jarvey invited. Georgiana had opened the carriage door and had clambered half-inside before she realised the vehicle was not, as expected, unoccupied. Unfortunately by then it was already too late. The large, shadowy figure looming in the corner had moved with remarkable speed.
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