“Camphor. Please rub it thoroughly into your labia once each day.” She had no idea what a labia was, but she nodded anyway. “It will start to relieve the congestion in preparation for your treatment. Would you prefer to take treatment here, or shall I come to your home?” “I’ll…I’ll come here.” “Excellent. Please return at the same time next week.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Sarah rushed for the door. She flew down the stairs and clawed the front door open before the maid could reach it. Desperate to get away as quickly as possible, Sarah stepped into the street and nearly stumbled right in front of a dray wagon pulled by four massive horses. The driver scowled and whipped them faster as he passed her by. She needed a hack. She needed to get home and bathe. She shouldn’t have allowed him to touch her. She felt soiled by the questions. If she felt so awful just from the examination, how could she bear to return for treatment at his hands? And yet that other woman, that perfectly respectable lady, had left Dr.
