Just a further thought on the “scandalous practice of wife selling” from the previous story. This idea of an auction was not any brutalising suttee of a marriage where women were subjugated by gnarly unreconstructed men who had tired of the old model. In case there was any doubt of the amicable and liberated relationship between the man and woman who conducted those auctions, here is another tale of the sale, this time from Plymouth. The year is 1822 and it is the week before Christmas. Worth noting that she deserted him and that she had been living with someone else for some long time. What made her a bit of a catch was that she “had her own horse”. My kinda gal:-
