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Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. She told her husband that she wished her nothing more than her own death. He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. "Where are you going?" she asked. She fidgeted and looked away. "This alters the case materially. 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. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child.
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