Elenora climbed the stairs to her tiny room and sent for a bottle of the innkeeper's least expensive wine. When it was delivered, she locked her door, lit a candle and poured herself a brimming glass of the tonic. She sat there for a long time, looking out into the night, drinking the bad wine and contemplating her future.
From Victorian days to twenty-first century, wine, women's comfort :)
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