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 turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck
with the other, threading her soft curls in between his
slim fingers. ”
“We should go back. She was correct, and when I went directly to
the street she had named, there you were, walking into
the Butcher Shop. The windows of these rooms were obscured
with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their
mantels were of a class apart. She opened it and drew out a letter, and folded within it were the notes she
had sent off to Ramage that day. "
He laughed and followed her into the hotel.
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