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Turn my back for a moment and out the door he slips - if he didn't want to stay, blast him, why didn't he come out and say so? Go through all the trouble of calling up the best burgundy in the house and he suddenly goes all scrupulous about his flock. As though anyone's going to be praying at a time like this, goddammit.
Now I've got all the servants I could spare out looking for him as well as endangering my own person - not that I fear any goddamned mob, but that damned Boswell's been dangling about for a month now, wants my patronage and won't take no for an answer. If I run into him, I'll have no end to his blasted chatter about Dr. Johnson. Thinks I'm impressed by that bag of guts and wind.
Looks as though there's been looting along this side of town. Why the King doesn't call out the army, deal with these scoundrels in the only way they understand - where's North during this crisis? Probably off somewhere crying again how he wants to be relieved of office - be glad to see that, myself. First hackney coachman off the street would do a better job of it.
Hm - Lincoln's Inn seems to be fairly well protected, at least. Is that Chatham's son standing guard up there? Hear he's planning on standing for Parliament - hope he's not going to inherit his father's damned fondness for America.
Now what's that? Someone's walking behind me - don't lurk back there, Sir! Damn it, don't you know that this is no night to - oh, I beg your pardon, Madame. No, I didn't mean to growl at you that way, but after all, it's hardly prudent to - to - what I mean to say - my dear - I -
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