“Call me Cathy, John. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. If hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. Dismissing the post-chaise at the Old Bailey, he walked to Newgate to ascertain what had occurred since the escape. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself.
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