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In fact Penelope had not left with Du Valle on some hair brained notion of adventure and romance. She had said goodbye to the highwayman and watched him ride off across the landscaped Capability Brown gardens, his horse’s hooves ripping up the manicured turf in one last ravishing of the possessions of Althorpe and St John Stevens. There was a thick low hanging mist lying across the land and it seemed as if the distant rider had just dissolved into thin air. Little known to both Du Valle and Penelope there were stormy times ahead.

Penelope returned to her bedchamber and noted her sleeping husband. He had a smile on his face – had Charlotte really gone so far as to pleasure the old fool? If she did then her devotion to the cause was truly outstanding thought Penelope as her lip curled in disgust at the repulsive image that had popped into her head. And what about her? Why hadn’t she suggested to the Frenchman that he take her with him? Was it because she lacked the necessary courage or was it something more insidious than that? Had she stayed because she had more of a fondness for her lifestyle than she did for the highwaymen, despite his impressive credentials in the bedroom? For sure she enjoyed the high life, the pretty clothes, the social engagements – when they were in London and not in the uncivilised North – and then there was the jewellery, the servants, the attention of the many beaus who had pursued her despite her marital status. Yes, her life was too good to leave for a miserable existence on the road in constant fear of a tap on the shoulder from some local sheriff.

She liked Charlotte. The girl was lusty and was incredibly sexually adventurous. She was certainly up for anything and Penelope noted how the girl had been ravenous of the attentions of Du Valle. She had said that she was a virgin when it came to men but she had shown no inhibitions when Claude had taken her repeatedly, bent across the sofa, the bed and once up against the window sill from behind when she had braced herself against the sash and moaned in pleasure. Why not arrange a day out riding with the young nubile beauty – perhaps they could arrange to meet with some male company, there were certainly two likely fellows that she knew in the city who would leap at a chance of enjoying carnal pleasure with Penelope, despite the lengthy ride from the city. She would dispatch a servant immediately.

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