Chapter 10: A Kiss in a Black Carriage
Sitting comfortably in the cabin, McGauran stares through the glass pane. With his face half hidden behind the black velveteen curtain, he watches the street in awe. He’s never ridden in such an elegant and luxurious coach. Honoré calls it a Clarence carriage. A Growler. It’s sleek and black and the cabin is completely enclosed. Even in his tattered jacket and stitched up boots, he feels superior, safe, unseen. Nothing can harm or touch him in this carriage. It’s the most privacy he’s ever had in his life and now he understands how easily a man can look down at the common folk in the street when he’s riding inside such a car. The coachman sits up front on the perch, dressed in black, discreet and polite, obeying Honoré’s every whim. He’s an older man
