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PRIVATE CLUBS.
For ten unforgettable years,
The Tragedy of Lord George is in Mayfair, where business lunches turn to whisky-soaked evenings. He fits right in; he moves through its salons with a sigh, a story, and a glass never quite empty.
Certain his secrets are safe. They're not. His wife, Lady Blanche knows. She always has.
Notes of rum, shaving soap and tonka bean trail in his wake; rich, refined, and just a little suspicious.
Dislikes: Mirrors – he prefers paintings that flatter
Likes:
A game of cards – strictly for honour, never for money
Likes:
A smoky snifter of aged rum. No ice.
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6 Dryden St, London, WC2E 9NH, UK
6 Dryden St, London, WC2E 9NH, UK
