Gerald glanced at Hilary and saw the stunned look on his face. 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. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand. ‘Sapristi. All I can say is, it's well meant; and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd given me the opportunity. ’ ‘Never mind the comtesse,’ adjured Prudence.
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