She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. On this I am resolved. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess.
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