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	“The lamb, if they have it,” Josephine said before she could stop herself. “It really did smell quite heavenly when I had to walk past it the morning I arrived. My train had been delayed on the border and I had no time to stop before my appointment with Colonel Fleming.”<br><br>		“The lamb, if they have it,” Josephine said before she could stop herself. “It really did smell quite heavenly when I had to walk past it the morning I arrived. My train had been delayed on the border and I had no time to stop before my appointment with Colonel Fleming.”<br><br>

	~~Joshua~~ called a waiter over and ordered the lamb for Josephine and a simple ham sandwich for himself. The food came remarkably quickly, but the service had always been excellent. The sandwich was made on rye and with fresh lettuce. He devoured it perhaps a bit too quickly, but Josephine was also making quick work of the lamb. All the better to find out what Josephine had on her mind.<br><br>		Ezekiel called a waiter over and ordered the lamb for Josephine and a simple ham sandwich for himself. The food came remarkably quickly, but the service had always been excellent. The sandwich was made on rye and with fresh lettuce. He devoured it perhaps a bit too quickly, but Josephine was also making quick work of the lamb. All the better to find out what Josephine had on her mind.<br><br>

	Food, Josephine reflected, would become an obsession if she weren’t careful. Years of traveling on the road had made her somewhat unhabituated to it. She’d eaten an amazing variety of things under an amazing array of conditions and company without flinch or dither, but it had never been of sufficient quantity or freshness to allow her to view it as anything but fuel. But since she’d found herself in Katherine’s and Ezekiel’s company, with funds at her disposal courtesy of the Crown and then of her own legal efforts, it had become increasingly difficult view food as anything but a new-found pleasure, an extravagant indulgence. The trip to the Continent with the restaurants of Paris and Munchen and Salzburg had quite awakened her appetite for such things and she took pains to enjoy it judiciously. <br><br>		Food, Josephine reflected, would become an obsession if she weren’t careful. Years of traveling on the road had made her somewhat unhabituated to it. She’d eaten an amazing variety of things under an amazing array of conditions and company without flinch or dither, but it had never been of sufficient quantity or freshness to allow her to view it as anything but fuel. But since she’d found herself in Katherine’s and Ezekiel’s company, with funds at her disposal courtesy of the Crown and then of her own legal efforts, it had become increasingly difficult view food as anything but a new-found pleasure, an extravagant indulgence. The trip to the Continent with the restaurants of Paris and Munchen and Salzburg had quite awakened her appetite for such things and she took pains to enjoy it judiciously. <br><br>

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	He held out his cup and let her fill it, taking a sip of the warm, soothing tea as she filled her own cup. "So where do you intend to walk us to, Mademoiselle Arceneaux?"<br><br>		He held out his cup and let her fill it, taking a sip of the warm, soothing tea as she filled her own cup. "So where do you intend to walk us to, Mademoiselle Arceneaux?"<br><br>

	“I am not sure. Perhaps to Covent Garden? I understand there are many sights to see between it and the Palace.” She poured herself the last of the tea and sipped it, despite its bitterness. “The Mall. Trafalgar Square. ~~Oxford Street~~.”<br><br>		“I am not sure. Perhaps to Covent Garden? I understand there are many sights to see between it and the Palace.” She poured herself the last of the tea and sipped it, despite its bitterness. “The Mall. Trafalgar Square. The Strand.”<br><br>

	"I misunderstood earlier and I apologize. I had thought you had a specific destination in mind." But it was now clear she had just wanted to walk anywhere and let the walk serve as the backdrop to her conversation.<br><br>		"I misunderstood earlier and I apologize. I had thought you had a specific destination in mind." But it was now clear she had just wanted to walk anywhere and let the walk serve as the backdrop to her conversation.<br><br>

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	'''''From the Westminster Bridge Telegraph Office, dated September 20th, 1867, 9:30 A.M.:'''''<br><br>		'''''From the Westminster Bridge Telegraph Office, dated September 20th, 1867, 9:30 A.M.:'''''<br><br>

	MR. DRAKE: AM IN LONDON. SEEK CONSULT. MEET ME? THE ALBERT ON VICTORIA ST. 11:00 A.M. PLEASE REPLY.—J.<br><br>		'''MR. DRAKE: AM IN LONDON. SEEK CONSULT. MEET ME? THE ALBERT ON VICTORIA ST. 11:00 A.M. PLEASE REPLY.—J.'''<br><br>

	The boy from the telegraph office held the pencil ready for the reply form as the gentleman accepted the telegram and read it.<br><br>		The boy from the telegraph office held the pencil ready for the reply form as the gentleman accepted the telegram and read it.<br><br>

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	From the Westminster Bridge Telegraph Office, dated September 20th, 1867, 9:30 A.M.:<br><br>		'''''From the Westminster Bridge Telegraph Office, dated September 20th, 1867, 9:30 A.M.:'''''<br><br>

	MR. DRAKE: AM IN LONDON. SEEK CONSULT. MEET ME? THE ALBERT ON VICTORIA ST. 11:00 A.M. PLEASE REPLY.—J.<br><br>		MR. DRAKE: AM IN LONDON. SEEK CONSULT. MEET ME? THE ALBERT ON VICTORIA ST. 11:00 A.M. PLEASE REPLY.—J.<br><br>

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	“Let’s,” she said with a smile. “The day is still young.”<br><br>		“Let’s,” she said with a smile. “The day is still young.”<br><br>

	So they crossed the Square after properly admiring Nelson’s Column and its fountains, and trod up St. Martin’s Lane for Seven Dials. The surroundings grew steadily worse the farther they walked from the Mall until it quite fell into ruin by the time they’d crossed Long Acre for the famed intersection of the seven streets that gave the neighborhood its name. The poverty and misery were grinding here and the people on the streets were many, some of whom were not above to lifting a purse or two should the opportunity arise. Josephine and Ezekiel negotiated the slum carefully, dodging the garbage and dung, the pickpockets and prostitutes, all the way through to the less destitute neighborhood surrounding Covent Garden. No. 4 Bow Street was just around the corner—there lay the birthplace of London’s police force, cheek by jowl with a notorious breeding ground for future criminals. The only difference lay in the amount of coin each neighborhood possessed and it many cases, only a copper stood between one fate and the other. It was a paradox that simultaneously stunned and appalled Josephine, all the more wrenching for how easily one’s fortunes could change for better or worse. She bought a bunch of violets from a flower girl off the steps of the theatre and slipped an extra farthing into her basket for luck. The tightly wrapped pinch of flowers were fragrant tucked in the bonnet ribbon at her ear, but the stench of the slum remained strong in her memory and only bolstered her resolve to ameliorate it, one individual at a time. She glanced at the man at her side, wondering what he’d say of the plans that had come to her during their walk, even as she ran the figures necessary through her head. ''Would he be interested? Or would his new duties as husband and head of household preclude acting on that interest?''<br><br>		So they crossed the Square after properly admiring Nelson’s Column and its fountains, and trod up St. Martin’s Lane for Seven Dials. The surroundings grew steadily worse the farther they walked from the Mall until it quite fell into ruin by the time they’d crossed Long Acre for the famed intersection of the seven streets that gave the neighborhood its name. The poverty and misery were grinding here and the people on the streets were many, some of whom were not above to lifting a purse or two should the opportunity arise. Josephine and Ezekiel negotiated the slum carefully, dodging the garbage and dung, the pickpockets and prostitutes, all the way through to the less destitute neighborhood surrounding Covent Garden. No. 4 Bow Street was just around the corner—there lay the birthplace of London’s police force, cheek by jowl with a notorious breeding ground for future criminals. The only difference lay in the amount of coin each neighborhood possessed and it many cases, only a copper stood between one fate and the other. It was a paradox that simultaneously stunned and appalled Josephine, all the more wrenching for how easily one’s fortunes could change for better or worse. She bought a bunch of violets from a flower girl off the steps of the theatre and slipped an extra farthing into her basket for luck. The tightly wrapped pinch of flowers were fragrant tucked in the bonnet ribbon at her ear, but the stench of the slum remained strong in her memory and only bolstered her resolve to ameliorate it, one individual at a time. She glanced at the man at her side, wondering what he’d say of the plans that had come to her during their walk, even as she ran the figures necessary through her head. Would he be interested, she wondered Or would his new duties as husband and head of household preclude acting on that interest?<br><br>

	''First present him with something to be interested in, Jo'', whispered the more practical side of her head, and she listened to it. There would be time enough to show him later, she decided. She had a direction for her plans, now, and the finances to implement them. All she needed was a little time to set things in motion. By the New Year, should nothing take her away from London, she would have a better idea how things would stand. Then, she thought, she could show him. For now, she would continue as she had today—gather her facts and make her decisions based on what she’d found. But it was good to have a starting point and today was an excellent one, indeed. <br><br>		''First present him with something to be interested in, Jo'', whispered the more practical side of her head, and she listened to it. There would be time enough to show him later, she decided. She had a direction for her plans, now, and the finances to implement them. All she needed was a little time to set things in motion. By the New Year, should nothing take her away from London, she would have a better idea how things would stand. Then, she thought, she could show him. For now, she would continue as she had today—gather her facts and make her decisions based on what she’d found. But it was good to have a starting point and today was an excellent one, indeed. <br><br>

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	He turned to her and looked her directly in the eyes. "It is harder, more involved work than setting up a charity, to be sure. But I do not believe you to be a person to shy away from difficult tasks."<br><br>		He turned to her and looked her directly in the eyes. "It is harder, more involved work than setting up a charity, to be sure. But I do not believe you to be a person to shy away from difficult tasks."<br><br>

	Josephine walked in silence, turning it over in her head. Certain puzzle pieces fell into place and others fell away. Her plans shifted with the data gained and she nodded. Face to face has always been your style, Jo. Exercise it. She gained the corner across from the National Gallery, the length of the Mall already behind them, and looked at her friend.<br><br>		Josephine walked in silence, turning it over in her head. Certain puzzle pieces fell into place and others fell away. Her plans shifted with the data gained and she nodded. ''Face to face has always been your style, Jo. Exercise it''. She gained the corner across from the National Gallery, the length of the Mall already behind them, and looked at her friend.<br><br>

	“Given the scope of my finances and expertise, the personal touch is the best, I think. As for your view on bureaucracies, sir, I am in wholehearted agreement and relieved to dispense with that necessary evil. Politics was never my strong suit and with bureaucracies one has nothing but. It is, after all, the foundation of bureaucracy and corruption. And lest we forget, greed. Politics aside, I shall have to take care to choose a family who can maintain their grip on the help I provide. I cannot afford to spend the funds on a family that would continually backslide, not if it meant depriving another family of its assistance who would benefit long term from it. Otherwise my efforts would cease to be of any lasting purpose and could possibly enable their destruction rather than avoid it. I shall do as you say,” she added, stopping on the pavement and putting a hand on Ezekiel’s arm. “I shall start small, with one family, and see where that leads. If you know of anyone who might be suitable or who could help me with this, I would be in your debt.”<br><br>		“Given the scope of my finances and expertise, the personal touch is the best, I think. As for your view on bureaucracies, sir, I am in wholehearted agreement and relieved to dispense with that necessary evil. Politics was never my strong suit and with bureaucracies one has nothing but. It is, after all, the foundation of bureaucracy and corruption. And lest we forget, greed. Politics aside, I shall have to take care to choose a family who can maintain their grip on the help I provide. I cannot afford to spend the funds on a family that would continually backslide, not if it meant depriving another family of its assistance who would benefit long term from it. Otherwise my efforts would cease to be of any lasting purpose and could possibly enable their destruction rather than avoid it. I shall do as you say,” she added, stopping on the pavement and putting a hand on Ezekiel’s arm. “I shall start small, with one family, and see where that leads. If you know of anyone who might be suitable or who could help me with this, I would be in your debt.”<br><br>

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MR. DRAKE: AM IN LONDON. SEEK CONSULT. MEET ME? THE ALBERT ON VICTORI…'