Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat
there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. But men of the Spurlock type, who
walk straight, who are unobtrusive and intensely pale, they break swiftly and
inexplicably. He had brought her here to
this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so
that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. ’
Melusine shrugged, and crossed to the plain door beside which hung a bell. 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. Here was one of those Americans
who would make him breathless before sundown. I suppose if one
were to love some one, one would feel doubtful. “So you found Rhea, I see.
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