2 Works in John Morfin
Dr. Harry D. S. Goodsir makes a sacrifice, of himself, for Silna. Or: The author bought into the abject horror of the sex-pollen trope with far too much sincerity.
“For what infraction?” Goodsir had asked, after Morfin had admitted to having been at the painful end of a cat o' nines once before.
Morfin had broken into a wry, self-deprecating smile of sorrow, and had looked away. “What do you think, sir,” he'd replied.