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After that consolations fled. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. “Was I not strong enough when you flogged me for leaning over the oubliette? Who tells you these things? The physician, Sebastianus? Am I not sovereign enough to judge what is happening to my own body?\" She demanded. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Her skin prickled. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off, looking away. He was an imaginative young man.
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