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Vauxhall Gardens was one of the most important pleasure gardens in London, located on the south side of the Thames in Kennington. It was one of the most beautiful places in the city with several acres of perfectly manicured trees and shrubs, romantic walks and myriad options for entertainment, such as hot-air balloon ascent, tight-rope walkers, fireworks etc for the ton to enjoy. Maxwell was actually fascinated by the sight, the garden glowing with a mellow halo of dusk and lanterns. As always, it was crowded with the elites drinking and chatting and going for promenades on the beautiful walks. He was determined to stick to his aunt tonight, who flaunted him with pride as several people every ten seconds halted to have a small chat. While his aunt was full of words, he acknowledged them