My six this week come from my Regency WIP.
Mist, rising from the Thames swirled round their feet, while a brisk, dank wind blew any remaining alcoholic from their brains. The call of a distant night watchman informed anyone who cared to listen, that the early morning had advanced two hours beyond midnight. Vidal drew out his watch and confirmed the time as they walked in silence for several minutes.
“What ails you?” Vidal didn’t waste time in skirting round the situation. Dundas would not have invited his company at this time of night for simple pleasure.
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