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She colored faintly. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. I spoke a thought aloud. What are you to do with a mad mother at a time when you need all your wits to take care of yourself?" "Don't concern yourself further about me," returned Jack. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. . 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.
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