was there, standing on his hind legs—as he often did—wagging his head and looking at her with his large brown, almost human, eyes whilst the tip of his penis—like the tapering point of a red pepper—peeped out of its hairy sheath.
Surely, thought the young girl, I have been dreaming, then she shuddered; and—unseen by her aunt—crossed herself devoutly. After that she cast a hurried frightened glance out of the window and heaved a deep sigh of relief. Nothing in the yard, save the roundabout in its canvas coat.
"I have been dozing under the burning rays of the sun—" thought she to herself—"and I have dreamt of the man and his cur."
"Make haste and dress," said the old maid on leaving the room—"for I intend to call on the general's widow before going to vespers, as I'd like to find out whether her sister-in-law's niece's daughter is engaged or not."
That day passed for Camille like most other days, only that she was a trifle more thoughtful and somewhat more flurried and nervous than usual.
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