This is the seventh entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
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He opted to walk back instead of taking his carriage.
“Excellent, sir,” his groom had expressed. “The sunset is mighty lovely.”
With an indecipherable grumble he was gone, hands dug in his pockets as he paced through Belgrave Square to his residence. No one mistook him for a leisurely walker; not with the tight set of his jaw and stoop-shouldered frame. Less so, when his teeth grated upon the sight of the stable boy holding a lady love’s hand and watching the sunset as if nothing could be more mesmerising.
Suppressing the inclination to interrupt the scene, he continued forth.