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Cotillion

Cotillion is a historical novel that delves into the intricate world of high society during the early 19th century. The story revolves around the social customs and etiquette that governed the lives of the upper class, particularly the elaborate dances known as cotillions. The novel offers a glimpse into the lives of the wealthy and their pursuit of social status and refinement. more

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Georgette Heyer
Georgette Heyer

Georgette Heyer, born on August 16, 1902, was a renowned British novelist. Known for her historical novels and intricate love stories, Heyer's works are particularly famous for their depiction of the customs and habits of the British upper class in the 18th century. Her writing style is unique, characterized by its wit and humor, which has won her a large following among readers. more

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