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Highwaymen, she had always thought, wore the full-skirted coat and tricorn hat of the fashion of twenty years earlier. But this man was dressed in the clothes that any buck might have assumed, a cut-away coat, tight-fitting breeches and highly polished Hessian boots. On his head there was a high crowned hat, which he wore at an angle. His crisp white muslin cravat was tied in an intricate manner that might have rivalled that affected by the Earl. As she looked at him, she could not help thinking that it would have been amusing to see the two men confronting each other if in fact the Earl had been with her as he intended. But then she would not have been on this road unprotected, for which predicament she had no one to blame but herself. “I feel my collection would not be complete wit