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Chapter 6-1
Chapter 6 Sam sat in the parlour of his new home tapping his fingers on the table. One leg set to jiggling, so he stood and paced a little. It was getting late and he hadn’t seen sight nor sound of Tristan all day. He had explained that he had obligations to attend to so Sam had agreed to entertain himself. He had walked the parks, investigated the delights of Bond Street, made a mental note to see if he could gain admittance to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing emporium, and eaten a splendid pie in a chop house. He kept himself well away from his usual haunts. Was this what a gentleman did all day? Went to shops, clubs, and paraded around? It sounded like a life of wonderful, idle luxury but after only a few days Sam was feeling not only distinctly out of place, but surprisingly lonely. The sil
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