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. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. 230 Rhea sprang, teeth flashing. CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH THOUGHTS IN PRISON Part 1 The first night in prison she found it impossible to sleep. Out of all this we have struck a sort of harmony. ” Sir John frowned. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. I won't give him a chance. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. .
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