" The Wastrel advanced. ’ A laugh escaped her. " Then he became merciful. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low forehead. 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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