This week, the highwayman Gabriel has his own thoughts about their meeting:
He could not help but be enchanted by her beauty. Yet it was the mischievous sparkle in those innocent eyes, and the utterly bold manner in which she had inspected his costume, which made him smile now. She had not swooned or fainted when he kissed her. Instead she had accused him of distracting her from her purpose. He laughed at the unexpected notion.
What could such a spirited miss want from a highwayman?
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