alone.

    quot;Leave me!quot;

    As soon as   to my bedroom. ty; Jean-Yves , my ered tle. I pulled tains close, stripped off my clotains around me as a pungent aroma of Russian leather assured me my husband was once again beside me.

    quot;Dearest!quot;

    it treacenderness, ion.

    quot;Da Silva of Rio outted me,quot; ;My Ne telegraped journey. So errupted pleasures, my love.quot;

    I did not believe one . I kneo  boug I sricked into my orayal to t illimitable darkness  sy of  came to life only in ts orocities, I must pay t of Pandoras box; but  learn t. I iny as oppressive and omnipotent as  destiny  at t as tim loses to tioner.

    , beneat. I strained my nerves yet could not  flinc timate touc made me t lovers in t. ance  ite did not diminisongue ran over red lips already . Silent, mysterious, o draccoat and laid it on table, like a good bourgeois; scooped out tling loose c play of patting s officiously, puzzled lips pursed, searc urns to me ly, a triump smile.

    quot;But of course! I gave to you!quot;

    quot;Your keys?  a moment --  you at t;

    Brusquely ique lace on the bed.

    quot;Go and get t;

    quot;No? Cant it  until morning, my darling?quot;

    I forced myself to be seductive, I sa as a plant t begs to be trampled underfoot, a dozen vulnerable appealing girls reflected in as many mirrors, and I sao resist me. If o me in bed, I would rangled hen.

    But ;No. It  . No;

    t of da vile place? And t but