On one such wall, one that jutted out into the ocean, stood Sarah Woodruff, the scarlet heroine of a novel by John Fowles. Every afternoon, it seemed, she would venture far out on the breakwater of Lyme, a somber figure amid violent waves, longing, waiting desperately for her French lieutenant. In a lot of ways, the act mirrored her life. She was a lonely outcast in Victorian society, surrounded by a turbulent sea of rumors and intrigue.
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