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The following morning, Sabrina paced nervously in her bedchamber as she waited for the doctor to arrive. Mr. Booker and her brother were below in the drawing room, already planning her future.
They would certainly be shocked when the doctor pronounced her impure.
What a revolting word, meant to shame and belittle an entire s*x for actions that men enjoyed without consequence. She felt no more soiled or damaged than yesterday. What she and the mysterious stranger had done last night had felt quite the opposite of impure. It had been something that came out of need, and yet so much more had been found there. Two lonely souls coming together.
“Stop pacing,” Prudence barked as they heard a rider approach outside. Sabrina rushed to the window and saw an old man climb off his horse and van
