The French Lieutenant's Woman
Compelling love story, though a bit long. You will want to skip and skim.
An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay -- Lyme Bay being that largest byte from the underside of England's outstretched southwestern leg -- and a person of curiousity could at once have deduced several strong probabilities about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis, the small but ancient eponym of the inbite, one incisively sharp and blustery morning in the late March of 1867.
And out again, upon the unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.
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