To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a
thinly disguised bodice ripper where an
“empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective
suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical
romance novel. "He is dying?" whispered Ruth. “Was it really only this afternoon that I met you in
St. "
"Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. I believe I’m in love. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who
was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. . " The Gate, which crossed Newgate Street,
had a wide arch for carriages, and a postern, on the north side, for footpassengers. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?”
“I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal
passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I
understand. ”
Anna nodded and turned again to Courtlaw. "Comfort yourself, my charmer," said Mr.
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