Sir Geoffrey walked directly to a small door halfway down the passage, opened it and disappeared from view.  We reluctantly followed him through the doorway finding ourselves at the top of stone steps that descended into the gloom.  With sinking hearts Mary and I went down the steps, eventually finding ourselves in a brighter torch lit room where Sir Geoffrey was impatiently waiting. Beckoning us to come closer, Sir Geoffrey ordered Mary to lower her dress so that he might better see her "impertinent" breasts. After a most thorough and somewhat rough inspection of Mary's bosum, Sir Geoffrey turned to me and ordered me to my knees.  In the harshest of tones Sir Geoffrey informed  me that our licentious behaviour had caused him great physical discomfort and asked what I intended to do, to correct this most uncomfortable situation.

 

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