MY LADY PEGGY GOES TO TOWN In the which My Lady Peggy sends off II In the which Her Ladyship wheedles her noble father and makes up her mind. IV In the which is rehearsed how Her Ladyship did nimbly slip into man's attire and estate. V Wherein Lady Peggy doth encounter her flouted lover, VI In the which Sir Percy de Bohun's own man goes on his VII In which is set down how My Lady is whisked off to a rout, VIII Wherein Lady Peggy picks a very pretty quarrel with her IX In the which Lady Peg overhears a horrible plot to murder; X In this same Her Ladyship's mount is shot dead under her in XI Wherein Lady Peggy is condemned to be hanged, and sets XIII In the hereinunder Her Ladyship doth shoot two varlets at XIV In this same Sir Robin believes he meets his Fair: and Lady XV Wherein Sir Percy and Sir Robin come face to face, to the XVI Which doth set forth how My Lady Peg, Sir Percy and Sir XVII Wherein Her Ladyship slips leash of all mankind, runs for XVIII In the which Sir Percy steals a coach and four and the XIX Which sets forth how My Lady Peggy recovers of her Minor errors in punctuation and formatting have been silently corrected. Please see the transcriber’s note at the end of this text for details regarding the handling of any textual issues encountered during its preparation. The full-page illustrations are referred to, in the list provided, by a quote from the text, and the page reference is to the quote, rather than the position of the illustration in the text. In some cases, these were re-positioned to fall nearer the scene referenced. Then Lady Peggy, laughing... MY LADY PEGGY |
Then Lady Peggy, laughing, humming such a gay snatch of a song, comes tripping down the stairs. | Frontispiece |
And Lady Peggy and her woman found themselves on the road to town. | Page 40 |
“A touch, a hit!” cry all at once as a spurt of blood darts up the supposed Sir Robin’s blade. | Page 68 |
Two watched her as she came in on Beau Brummell’s arm. | Page 112 |
At the table sat Kennaston, inky-fingered, scribbling; eyes now rolling to the ceiling, now roving hither and yon. | Page 158 |
The instant that Lady Peggy felt herself in the highwayman’s saddle, she knew that her wrists had met their match. | Page 186 |
“I am Sir Robin McTart! Who, the devil, are you?” | Page 278 |
“Ah, Peggy, my adored one,” says he, devouring her pale face with his happy eyes. | Page 336 |