Ann Veronica loved beautiful things, and the beauty of undraped loveliness not least among them; but these were pictures that did but insist coarsely upon the roundness of women’s bodies. 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. Diane seemed more interested in the prestige of her violin skills than in the more sordid subject of her vampirism. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. Let her see what she could make here. Ann Veronica was by this time quite shocked at her own thoughts, and yet they would go on with their freaks. Over an old crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other articles of female attire. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. She's my mealticket. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary.
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