You have
changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you
have the air of another world. I have one
shilling and sevenpence halfpenny left. I have it
on my conscience that I offended you—”
“Offended me when?”
“I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled. Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice,
high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing
among a sea of faces. The Foundation makes no representations concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States. 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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