The Duke Diaries
“It was not due to her riding skills. It was due to the outrageous amount of gold coin she pressed into the hands of an ostler ten miles from Boxwood, who mysteriously appeared twenty minutes later with a very smart phaeton and insisted on driving her to London himself.
She rather feared he had nicked the fast vehicle and even faster horses from some poor gentleman at the inn.
Did she really worry? No. What was one more broken law when the penalties she had already accumulated would have put over a hundred hardened criminals in Newgate for the rest of their lives?
And she was tired of worrying and was ready for the story to be over—until the outlaw ostler and she drew into the well-maintained yard of the White Horse. The innkeeper winked at her and insisted a penny was well worth the price for the Evening Herald from last night.
“And the Morning Post?”
He shook his head.
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