I had turned to leave and he had called after me. “Miss Maria, I kin no other woman who could be wearing men’s trousers and be dripping such as ye are and look quite so lovely. It’s a right shame your mother is marrying you off to that great sot!”I had turned to call back to him, “I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!
Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
corsets, dark-romance, historical-fiction, scotland, scotsman, scottish, suspense