“I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell— unless you choose to go before. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. A sudden knock at the door startled her. After all, you may easily come to fetch Mrs Ibstock when you need her. “You!” said Ann Veronica. 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. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent. "What?—help take care of him? Why, you can't do that, Miss Enschede!" was the protest.
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