Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law . . . —D . H . LAWRENCE Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Acknowledgments In The Lover I wrote: “We ain’t come that far, baby!” Materially, we really haven’t: Our Victorian ancestors had indoor plumbing, electricity, telephones, department stores, amusement parks, commuter trains, toilet paper, effective contraceptives. . . . Women for the most part had the same conveniences then that we have now. But—and that’s a very big but—they couldn’t vote. I didn’t fully understand the ramifications of legal disenfranchisement until I wrote Scandalous Lovers.
