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His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. He remembered it suddenly. ‘What’s this? Impertinence! French manners, is it?’ ‘Grace à vous,’ Melusine threw at him fiercely. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. We are in love. " "Are you man, or fiend?" exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as he concluded his narration. " "Let me see. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting. We needn’t try and give ourselves airs. Jack had thus been six hours in accomplishing his arduous task. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. “But if you knew anything of that—” “I did. 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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