Fruit trees had been brought all the way from India so their product could be laden on the wedding table, fruits with exotic shapes and haunting flavors ended the meal, cleansing the palate. I’m damaged goods. This was enough for the poor widow. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. I wanted to, that day in the Zoo. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. Her patience was waning fast. “It is a secret mission,” she declared. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. "She considers her future blasted beyond hope. " "When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. 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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