A Seditious Affair (Society of Gentlemen, #2)

by K.J. Charles

not for you and your sort, is it, Mr. Frey? You act as you will. It’s other people who have to face the laws and the gaols and the gallows.

Martha Charkin, a seamstress who worked every waking hour until her eyes failed and fingers bled, lived with her children in a single room. She had no space to lay out her dead son.

Honest dirt shouldn’t be an embarrassment, of course. Bathing was another luxury the rich kept to themselves,

“See? And you say there’s the same law for all?”

“Radicals say, change the law,” Silas said. “You don’t want reform; you like things to stay the way they are? Well, this is how they are.”

it shouldn’t be fucking charity that kept children from starving and the old folk from freezing, as if the country belonged to the rich by right and everyone else lived at their sufferance and by their whim.

Silas shook his head, suddenly weary beyond words. “Everybody’s cold out there, Tory. Everybody. And if you think it’s enough for me that you make one man warm, you’ve not listened to a fucking word I’ve said.”

What sort of man doesn’t fight for what he thinks right?” “Most of them.”