“Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. The Magdalene. She could have kissed Cathy. You should have more. 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. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. . He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London. For a moment she remained silent.
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