There were a number of gasps of surprise and several cheers at the reading of the verdict. The court room, normally minimally occupied for such a proceeding was filled to crushing capacity due to the sensationalist nature of the case.
I, however, was more entertained by the floating particles of dust caught in the beams of sunlight shining through the chambers’ window. …show more content…
As my closest and perhaps only friend he knew better than any the aspects of my life that needed handling with care. “Then you are leaving London. I’ll be going to take care of a few things myself then. And I need to get be burning this woman’s fluff.” He pulled off his powdered wig. It had always been an embarrassment to him, almost like wearing shackles. I doubted he was disappointed with the outcome of the day as far as parting ways with the navy.
I decided to walk home. The day was not so awful for autumn in London and a walk along Whitehall Street seemed a moment of spontaneity that I rarely gave in to. There was no rain, no fierce blowings, one might even mistake it for spring time if there had been blossoms on the trees. I gazed on the ruins of the palace. Perhaps its burning had been a sign of things to come inside the ruling powers of land and sea of the empire.
I received varied looks without my wig but no matter. I cared not about the indignant gawking of the snobbish men nor the, what might be considered admiring gazes of the women. No longer was I under the rule of men such as Admiral Chambers.