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Jane Austen hiked up her dress, spat out a tooth, and wiped the blood from her chin with the back of her swollen hand. “Who’s next? Who wants a piece of me?” Her laser-like gaze swept the crowd of servants, but none cared to join their fellows, bruised, unconscious, and piled up on the floor […]

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