We must follow Hartly,” Moira said, tossing her shawl, evening reticule, and fan onto the bed. “I shall change into my riding habit and meet you in ten minutes. Do not wear your good evening clothes. We cannot afford a rent in them.” “We will be seen leaving the inn,” Jonathon pointed out. “It is well enough for me, but for a lady ...” “If I had remembered ladies were so restricted in their movements, I would have posed as a young man. Could you bring that ladder around to the window for me?” “If I can find it. It cannot be far away.” “Best bring the dark lantern from the carriage as well.” They both scrambled out of their good evening clothes and into rougher wear. E’er long, Moira heard a scraping at her window, and after her first leap of fear, she realized it was Jonathon. She opened the window and followed him down the ladder. “Luckily, the groom was sound asleep. He did not hear me lead Firefly and Gray Lady out.” They mounted and rode out of the inn yard, along the dark highway in pursuit of Mr.
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