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The Missionary s DaughterChapter 5
She could not have been sleeping long again when she felt pulled over closer against the wall. In her half-asleep state, she dreamed that it was Daranje Kawat and she hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listen or open her eyes to be sure of what was going on. She sensed the stopping of trousers from a dark muscular body, and she heard them drop dully on the earthen ground. Then there was silence, except for a deep breathing. Was there no one else in the room? She tensed her body...