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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. White, my landlady, believes his story. \" She looked at Mike. " She departed reluctantly. Stars appeared in the periphery of her vision. Part 3 She dressed carefully for dinner in a black dress that her father liked, and that made her look serious and responsible. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. When she looked into their eyes, her despair put her beyond tears. “Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move.
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