Glossop,â Beasley said. âHeâs a bookseller.â
Glossop raised his head and nodded, âMaâam,â before sprawling once more on the table.
âBastards caught us in my print shop,â Beasley said. âThe place was stacked with Rights of Man . Glossop here was going to distribute them in the morning. Fanny next door heard âem coming down the street and warned us. We got out through the back window. Been running all night. They raised the hue and cry and I swear they had forty after us down Piccadilly. I thought weâd given âem the slip in Saint Jamesâs Park, but no. Couldnât even stop to piss.â
Reminded, he went outside and they heard the hiss of fluid spattering onto the stones of the yard.
Makepeace put down the tankards, went into the pantry and came out again with a bottle of rum. She found two beakers, half filled each with rum, poured in a dash of hot water, added a spoonful of butter from a crock, stirred in some treacle and put Glossopâs unresisting hand round one of them. âHere.â
âThank you, maâam.â He was a mild-looking little man, unshaven and with exhausted eyes, whose long run had left his attire surprisingly neat, apart from his boots and the loss of his hat. âI donât know what the wifeâll say.â
Beasley, when he came back in, looked considerably less healthy than his companion, but he always looked unhealthier than anybody. His face was white and shiny, like fishmeat, his coat wore the droppings of recent meals, his cravat was grubby and carelessly tied. It was Philippaâs belief that any new clothes he purchased were immediately and deliberately soiled in some sort of protest against a society he despised; it seemed to give him satisfaction to be dirty, like a child smearing itself with porridge. It sent her mother mad. Yet he had gained and kept the friendship of men like Dr Johnson, Garrick and Joshua Reynolds.
All dead now , Philippa thought. Thereâs only Ma.
âSedition,â Makepeace said flatly.
âReform,â snarled Beasley. âPaine ainât out for violence, he just happens to think a system by which a mere eleven thousand people elect a majority in the Commons is so unrepresentative it needs changing. Silly old him. That ainât sedition. Rights ainât even anarchy, missus, itâs just common sense.â
Makepeace wasnât arguing against it, she agreed with it, as did every person in the room; she merely resented having to cope with its consequences at three oâclock in the morning. âSo itâs my poor smugglers again, is it? They ainât a ferry service.â
âYou got Tom Paine away.â
âPaine, Paine . . .â The group she and Philippa had seen onto Jan Gurneyâs schooner at Babbs Cove had seemed amorphous in their mutual concern for their necks and their politics. â. . . was he the one with the carbuncles?â
Beasley sulked. âHeâs a great man.â
âHeâs a great drinker,â Makepeace said. âThe bugger toped most of our profits that trip. Oh, get on and eat, and let me think.â
She left Jenny to serve the men and took Philippa into the hall. âIâll have to go with them to Devon. They wonât make it on their own, not even with Sanders driving. Every guard post and turnpike will be on the lookout for âem.â
âOh, Ma.â
Makepeace patted her daughterâs extended hand. âItâs not that much. I was going to go down to Bristol to meet your Uncle Aaron next week in any case. Itâs just a matter of leaving earlier.â
âI wasnât thinking of the inconvenience, itâs the danger.â
Makepeace shrugged. âIâll talk my way through the stops, Iâve done it before.â
âIâll come, too; it will look more convincing if there are two women in the coach.â
âNo. You stay here
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