Just as Jack got half way down the stairs, and Wild and the Jew reached the upper landing, the street-door was opened by Langley and Ireton, the latter of whom carried a lantern. ” “I promise,” Annabel declared. There was a strained, eager expression on his face. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Then I threw a bucket of dirty water on his face and said, ‘Listen, asshole, let’s get one thing straight. 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. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared.
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