I Am Turpin
T01254655836
The man in the end cell isn't like the others. The man in the end cell is a gentleman, or so she's heard. The man in the end cell can read. The man in the end cell is Dick Turpin. Unknowing that she is imprisoning one of the most dangerous outlaws in the country, Abigail visits the curious man in the end cell each day, bringing him his meals and letters. But there is more to life than waiting on the scum of the earth, and Abigail knows it. In exchange for ale pilfered from her father, she begs for writing lessons - her key to the outside world lying in making sense of the spidery black letters on white parchment. For although she is the gaoler, she is as much imprisoned as he - born within the four walls, she has never known life outside the cells. What starts as a bargain morphs into a strange, uneasy friendship. When Abigail finds out the true identity of the man she has been visiting, she ought to flee - but instead offers him a new deal, her liberty in exchange for his.
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