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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Mistress Wilding by Rafael Sabatini: She was half fainting, and she let him have his swift, masterful way.
He bathed her hand, and was relieved to find that the injury was none
so great as the flow of blood had made him fear. He tore Trenchard's
fine cambric shirt to shreds - a matter on which Trenchard afterwards
commented in quotations from at least three famous Elizabethan
dramatists. He bound up her hand, just as Nick made his appearance at
the splintered door, his mouth open, his pipe, gone out, between his
fingers. He was followed by a startled serving-wench, the only other
person in the house, for every one was out of doors that night.
Into the woman's care Wilding delivered his wife, and without a word
to her he left the room, dragging Trenchard with him. It was striking
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