04/28/21 Snippet, PICKMAN’S MODEL.

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His musings were interrupted by a half-familiar, and completely unwelcome, voice behind him. “Why, it’s young Dickie! You slip your leash, boy?”

Richard turned. It was that… person Abigail knew. “No,” he said after a moment. “I do not wear one. Daniel, was it? Forgive the familiarity, but I am afraid I was never given your last name.”

For some reason, this struck Daniel as the most amusing thing in the world. “Oh, don’t have a worry about my pedigree, Dickie. I’m swanky enough to talk to ye. Why, you could say that the best bits of Beacon Hill are inside of me!”