A work of historical fiction couldn’t ask for better bones than the adventures of a real-life conquistadora.

I presum'd […] [that] you had been sure, as fast as faith could bind you, man and wife.

About the mid of night come to my tent.

After they had put their Affairs in a proper Diſpoſition aboard, they went ashore to a little Village for Refreshments, and lived jovially the remaining Part of the Day, at a Tavern, spending three Pistols, and then departed.