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. ’ ‘No, of course you could not,’ Gerald soothed. I know what I am doing better than you do. I had done the most compromising things, and behaved in the most ridiculous way. If she spoke to a policeman she did not know what would ensue. ‘If you did not want me to talk of it,’ she told him with characteristic insouciance, ‘you should not have mentioned the matter to me. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. . For a moment she remained silent. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. “I do not blame him.
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