Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Page 1: The Devil's Cub

"There was only one occupant of the coach, a gentleman who sprawled very much at his ease, with his legs outstretched before him, and his hands dug deep in the capacious pockets of his greatcoat.

While the coach rattled over the cobbled streets of the town, the light from an occasional lantern or flambeau momentarily lit the interior of the vehicle and made a diamond pin or a pair of the very large shoe-buckles flash, but since the gentleman lounging in the coach wore his gold-edged hat tilted low over his eyes, his face remained in shadow."

Georgette Heyer, "The Devil's Cub"

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