“Looooo-ceeeeee!!” He yelled, sounding like Desi Arnaz. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at the bottom of the sea. Ann Veronica ignored her friend’s confusion. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. He accepted this confession conditionally: that no young man had kissed her. ‘Ah. 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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