She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life.
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