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. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Then came the cable that you were in Canton, ill, but not dangerously so. That dress! Only a man—and an unworldly one—would have permitted you to proceed on your adventure dressed in a gown thirty years out of date. His lips were tight drawn. In fact, Kimble was drowsily awake when she entered the little bedchamber, the state of which left a good deal to be desired, even without the added debris arising from tending a wounded man. Her father—man of rock—had never needed her, whereas Hoddy, even if he did not love her, would always be needing her. She addresses you as the Flower of the Lotus, as the Resplendent Moonbeam. She swallowed hard. What they do with him afterward is off my ticket, no concern of James Boyle; they can lock him up or let him go. " "Many kinds; a thorough outlaw. She wanted to know.
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