"What? I don't know."
"Try and think."
After a slight pause. "I was sleeping."
"And you heard me in a dream?"
"Yes."
"And you'll hear me to-morrow night also?"
"Yes."
"Will you kiss me?"
She hesitated a little and then she advanced her pouted lips towards him, but her kiss was as cold as that of a person who felt nothing soever.
"Give me a warmer kiss than that." She did so, and the fire of lust seemed to be awaking in her veins and throbbing in her pulses, so that soon aftewards she glued her lips upon his, and her breath came short and thick. Still when he tried to thrust the tip of his. tongue within her mouth, she—with maidenly coyness—seemed to revolt against such an act of lechery.
He stopped for a while and mentally ordered her to yield to his wishes. These were his thoughts:
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