She flailed against the doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in the slightest by her resistance. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression.
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