“A doctor from London came last week while you were up at Barton Hall.” “Did he have anything helpful to say?” “He thinks I’m malingering.” Ben sucked in a breath and held it until he could trust himself to speak calmly. “Did your parents believe him?” “No, thank goodness. Or, even if they did, they’d never say as much, which is more or less the same thing.” Ben disagreed there, but didn’t want to point it out. “But I feel like I’m starting to believe him. What if I’m mad? He told Father that this is a form of hysteria he usually sees in older women who have already had children and now wish
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