The Irresistible Inheritance Of Wilberforce - Plot & Excerpts
I rocked back on my heels to slow myself down and found that the best way to maintain my balance was to lean against the side of the taxi and look up. The sky was hard and black and a few stars glittered, though I could not see as many as I used to see. Once I had looked up, it was hard to look down again. ‘Are you all right, squire?’ asked the driver. A younger man might probably have abused me for bumping against the side of his taxi; this man belonged to an age when drivers were called ‘cabbie’ and customers were called ‘squire’ or ‘guv’nor’. The question was difficult to answer. Was I all right? It was a very good question. It required thought before I could answer. I gazed at the stars and thought about the question. ‘That’ll be fifteen pounds, squire,’ the driver said. I realised I had not managed to answer him. I peeled some notes from a bundle I kept in a money clip and paid him a sum of money. I cannot remember how much it was, but he seemed pleased.
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