That’s today’s topic for my 19th-century retro-blogger, Miss Frances Williams Wynn. OK, it is more than a little un-PC, and the anti-Catholic, Orientalist predjudices are clear, but you couldn’t accuse of being a dull account:
…ladies living in their bed-rooms, or in their kitchens — every wife with one lover at least, who passes the life-long evening puffing his cigar at her feet — a lady receiving company with six dragoons sitting on the bed in which she was talking of nothing but house-hold affairs—every woman, even those of seventy, coiffee en cheveux, with one flower stuck perhaps in the grey locks…
Not too sure about the fireflies – strikes me as something someone did once that grew and grew as a tale.
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