A not uncommon story. I know from women who were in service as young girls that the man of the house (and often his sons too) wouldn't leave them alone. Then, when they became pregnant, they were thrown out.
This is my mum's story - I think the man was a stable hand rather than someone from 'upstairs', but that's how she came to be.
My disabled sister has recently died (she had an amazing, full life) and I've often thought about the different life she might have had in a different family/generation, not so long ago...
I do think this is one of the reasons women are full of 'feeling' about comtemporary matters where our lives seem to be summed up in a whiff of perfume and a swish of hair - I think that those of us who are aware of these kind of stories - and many of us only have to think back to our mother or grandmother to get there - carry these stories with us, and the reason we fight is for those women too.
full of 'feeling' = trying not to say anger
comteporary matters = stupid post-modern shit