"Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. “Sure, but it’s not like you’re married, you know. 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. He just wants to get laid.
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