"Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Don’t favour your father much, either, if it comes to that. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. I shall never go back to him; never, never!" Distressed, embarrassed beyond measure by this unexpected tragic revelation, the doctor puttered about among the bottles on the stand. ‘Been led up the garden path by that confounded rapscallion. I've opened the case of books.
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