She romanticized, imagining a life on the High Seas. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. “I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn’t wait. A woman isn’t much freer—in reality. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. She let out a delighted laugh. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. ” “All the more reason why she shouldn’t get herself talked about. She realized that no man had ever placed a mantle of respect upon her as Sebastian did; respect for more than just her pretty face and her now lost ability to bear children.
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