d. t glitter no it back and tied it  tremble. ts and smudges of ink. , too, from  quite to t  fastened at t. t  undone. I saing of  be. I looked away.

    to her eyes.

    I only  you, I said.

    took anotep to me and almost, almost reac turned and lo t o the paper and pen.

    You do not knohings—

    S go on.  t ans closer to  things?

    My uncle— s me good. Didnt you? I . I  to struggle  to took up a book. S, tigo ; turned and broug to me. S up in tle. And t voice so read.

    eous neck and bare ivory s my bosom in wild confusion—

    ? I said.

    S ans look up; but turned t page and read from another.

    I scarcely kne; everytive exertion—tongues, lips, bellies, arms, ttoms, every part in voluptuous motion.

    Now my own c? I said, in a whisper.

    Surned more pages, read again.

    Quickly my daring  secret treasure, regardless of  complaints, ed into the covered way of love—

    Sopped.  ing  . My oing ratill not quite understanding:

    Your uncles books?

    She nodded.

    All, like this?

    She nodded again.

    Every one of this? Are you sure?

    Quite sure.

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    You kne all, I said. ts t t. You said t you kneime—

    I did knohing, she said.

    You kne all! You made me kiss you. You made me  to kiss you again! ime, you had been coming here