I was sorry to see it end with so many still to be heard from. What a story the succeeding trios of Brahmins, who kept watch over the moonstone for a thousand years, could have to tell. Their precious diamond. Almost lost in the quicksands. Used by an unholy pagan to get himself out of financial difficulties. The diamond's sojourn in England was not a happy one.
People in the know still think that Robinson Crusoe can be discovered anew. How about the other one by Daniel Defoe? His well-known Moll Flanders. I've never read it, but a quick check gives me the impression that the book is a type of fifty shades of female trials and tribulations in merrie England. Of immorality and grace and sanctimonious twaddle. A curious combination of Drusilla and Rosanna? A bio of Daniel Defoe has the book dealing with 'marriage, bringing up children, work, money, fame, power, adventure, war, politics and religion.' That could stretch the limits of our enchantments.
My Reader's Encyclopedia has this about it: 'The heroine is a woman of extraordinary beauty, born in the Old Bailley. She is twelve years a harlot, five years a wife, twelve years a thief, and eight years a convict in Virginia; but ultimately she becomes rich, lives honestly, and dies a penitent in the reign of Charles II.'
All that in 300 pages.