He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. 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. . "We've no time for any Bedlam scenes now. With the extra seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be running up and down stairs all day. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried.
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