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” He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. 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. I'll send you word when I catch him. " Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. It was a tale of battle, murder, and sudden death on the New York waterfront. Then she moved towards the door. “Hi John. “What are you doing?” He cried. With nobody who cares … the both of us!" He was real in this moment. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Perhaps in the beginning the women made fools of themselves over him. Like a hare closely pressed, Jack attempted to double, but the device only brought him nearer his foes, who were crossing the field in every direction, and rending the air with their shouts.
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