Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. 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. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout.
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