In her long and notorious career, she’d witnessed a disheartening number of the tactics men used to rain ruin and destruction down upon each other, and every one they habitually brought to bear against the fairer sex. These experiences had unerringly altered her fate. Now she was in the business of altering the fate of others. She found great satisfaction in offering shelter and opportunity for women left with neither. She relished her reputation as a champion for all women suffering under society’s often harsh and unjust tyranny. But the burdens that came with such a life were heavy. They could, if unchecked, skew her toward a woeful imbalance of spirits. She countered the effect with the occasional rare day to herself—and she often spent those days here, in the British Museum. Here she could experience the other side of the coin. Here she could forget her worries and indulge in the strange and the wondrous. Anonymous amongst the crowds she could enjoy history, art and artifacts, and let herself wallow for once in the beauty wrought by man.
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