Standing in the dock wrapped in a velvet fur-trimmed cloak, her wide-brimmed hat adorned with five ostrich feathers and with diamond rings sparkling on her fingers, Mary Carr looked every inch the wealthy lady.But this golden-haired beauty was no stranger to rough justice - she'd first been jailed for petty theft as a 12-year-old girl and had clawed her way from rags to riches after humble beginnings as a flower seller in Covent Garden. Now she was in her early thirties, dressed in fine clothes she'd bought with her ill-gotten gains, and she was facing years behind bars. But still she kept her cool.
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