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Chapter 3
The Earl of Charncliffe, driving through the crowded streets with his usual expertise, was aware that everyone was turning and looking at him. It was not surprising. His four perfectly matched horses were all jet black and also his phaeton, which had only recently been delivered from the coachbuilders, was yellow. He prided himself on being different from his contemporaries. But he well knew that within a few months quite a number of the Bucks who modelled themselves on him would have phaetons in exactly the same colour. They would copy his phaeton as they copied the way he tied his cravats. They forced their tailors to emulate the cut of his coats and their valets the polish on his Hessian boots. The Earl was extremely fastidious about his appearance which, added to his handsome lo
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