Torture

Doctor Jeremy Stevens was astounded to see the large number of people who had gathered in St Saviour’s purpose built lecture theatre. The three tiers of seats that rose in a horseshoe from around the tiled floor were now full to capacity and the excited patrons and governors were eagerly awaiting the first of Doctor Steven’s experimental lectures. Men and women of acquaintance nodded to each other, often surprised by each others attendance while others whose long term friendships had been built upon their clandestine meetings and the pooling of funds to afford such delights, talked and laughed, sharing flasks of good brandy, whiskey or port. Mirrors, used so effectively in many of the other rooms to focus light from the large windows in the ceiling, were now drawn to one side to allow the …

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Miss Marchant finished signing the latest batch of cheques and reviewed the ledger before thanking Herbert for his diligence. Herbert, a small man in his fifties had become her secretary and accountant after approaching her during one of her many visits to find new stock. Meekly, he’d suggested she might need his assistance in running St Saviour’s, in keeping track of the many bills, their debtors and creditors. He also suggested that for his room and board and the occasionally night with a child of his choice, she could have him, body and soul. And so it had proved. He diligently got the best price from their suppliers and regularly toured the buildings to ensure they were well tended. He’d even found a better clothing supplier for Miss Appleyard the seamstress. But more than that, …

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