Lucas Cole Posted February 13, 2016 Share Posted February 13, 2016 Higgins & Hoare's Located just off the Strand this was one of the most exclusive jewellers of London, one of the suppliers of His Majesty. As most jewellers did, the shop doubled as a bank, offering costumers an interesting rate if they stored their money with the owners. Had Lucas Cole had any money to speak of (and he did not), it seems unlikely that he would have had the foresight or the wisdom to store it with any sort of banking establishment when there were so many perfectly lovely things it might be spent on. In fact, money (or lack thereof) had always seemed to him to be a mere inconvenience; and for many years, it had been his habit to defer anything in the least bit inconvenient in the mistaken belief that it might be put off indefinitely. In this he was quite incorrect, though let us give the man some credit (something he would surely appreciate, considering) and note that the troubles and travails of last six months had not left him entirely unchanged. A hundred bad decisions catching up at once tend to take their toll; in the end, one must always pay for the damage. Lucas, dressed modestly in plum-coloured linen, his thick wool greatcoat folded tidily over one arm, leaned forward to more closely inspect a particularly exquisite pocket-watch, and was at once overcome with a memory of the tone of his sister's voice: Ydych yn torriw calon tad.1 And he wondered if he could afford it. 1. You are breaking father's heart. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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