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Chapter 12.2 (Part 2)
Henry looked up and saw, ahead of them, Lord Daniel’s curricle drawn up outside Delmere House. Hammington himself, elegantly attired, descended and turned to give instructions to his groom, before strolling towards the steps leading up to the door. He was joined by Francis and Henry.
Francis grinned. “Do you want to see Felix, too?”
Daniel Hammington’s face remained inscrutable. “As it happens, I do,” he answered equably. As his glance flickered over the unusually precise picture both Francis and Henry presented, he added, “Am I to take it there’s a queue?”
“Afraid so,” confirmed Henry, grinning in spite of himself. “Maybe we shou
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