The highwayman rode a bay horse with three white socks. When he held up Sir Peregrine’s curricle on a lonely road across the common swords were drawn. They fought, and the dandy died at the roadside. His killer stole a kiss from Lady Peregrine and rode away.
The lady never remarried. Retiring from London society she chose to live at the least of her late husband’s properties – an isolated manor in the Kentish Weald.
It was a quiet life, and if a bay mare with three white socks was stabled at the manor almost every night who was to know…
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