‘So it was. By the side of her plate was a small key. 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. He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. He had conveyed it to her, not verbally, but by means of a letter, which seemed to her a singularly ignoble method of prohibition.
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