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’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. I don’t think you understand. 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 felt comfortable in his presence from the first, and with Leonardo’s precepts in mind, was loath to trust him. " Almost the identical words of the boy. ’ He reddened a little, and shuffled his feet.
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