The voice was suddenly sharp. “Why should I? You were going to rob me. If I let you go, you’ll only rob someone else. Society must be protected from men like you.”
Horace smiled. "I'm not a man who threatens society. I steal only from those who have a lot of money. I steal for a very good reason. And I hate the thought of prison."
She laughed, and he begged, thinking that he had persuaded her, “Look, I have no right to ask anything from you, but I'm desperate. Let me go and I promise never to do this kind of thing again. I really mean it.”