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THOMAS TYSON
‘Quick, Lady Thornton,’ an unfamiliar young man said
urgently, dragging her back into the building, ‘follow me.
There’s another way out around the corner.’
Elizabeth obeyed automatically, clutching the duchess’s
arm as they plowed back through the lords who were heading
for the doors. ‘Which coach is yours?’ he asked, looking
form one to the other.
The duchess described the vehicle, and he nodded. ‘Stay
here. Don’t go out there. I’ll have your coachman drive
around this side to fetch you.’
Ten minutes later the duchess’s coach had made its way to
the side, and they were inside its safety. Elizabeth
leaned out the door. ‘than you,’ she told the young man,
waiting for him to give his name.
He tipped his hat. ‘thomas Tyson, Lady Thornton, from the
Times. No don’t look panicked,’ he said reassuringly. ‘I
haven’t any notion of trying to barge in there with you
now. Accosting ladies in coaches is not at all my style.’
For emphasis he closed the door of the coach.
‘In that case,’ Elizabeth told him through he open
window with her best attempt at a grateful smile, ‘I’m
afraid you’re not going to do very well as a journalist.’
‘Perhaps, you’d consent to talk to me another time – in
private?’
‘Perhaps,’ Elizabeth said vaguely as their coachman sent
the horses off at a slow trot, wending their way around
the vehicles already crowding into the busy street.
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