Yet there was nothing for her to do. It was for ever. "Arrest!" vociferated Wood. 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. " "What for? What do you want of them?" "Why, they are … yours. He had heard this talk before. They'll be back soon enough—or not at all. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. ’ Gerald was relieved to hear the loud guffaw issuing from the old man’s lips. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Wood. He got up. \"Where are you going?\" She cried.
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