Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. It was the gallows. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. ” He said. " "No! I have run away from my father. 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.
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