Chapter 237 - Two Hundred And Thirty Seven

The back door of the tea shop slammed shut behind Augusta as she burst into the alley. A simple, covered wagon was waiting for her, a far cry from the elegant carriages she was used to, but it was a vehicle of escape. She scrambled onto the driver's box, her fine dress catching on a splinter of wood. Fredrick sat holding the reins, a look of mild surprise on his face.

"You're done already?" he asked, expecting her to have taken longer.

"Go. Now!" Augusta shouted, her voice a raw, panicked command.

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