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Living’s just material. 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. It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. "I am no murderer," replied Sheppard. It is very bad. They then swiftly mounted the stairs, and stopped before the audience-chamber. That is what marriage is to most young women: the ultimate escape from the family, from the unwritten laws that govern children. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen and the dining room, but did I show you the basement?” He asked. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked.
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