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was timid, astonished, trembling, but she lay still and let her do what she would, not understanding.
They formed a lovely couple in their sensuality, their grace, their lascivious abandonment, and the shy modesty of the young girl. She looked like a virgin, an angel in the arms of a raging bacchante.
What beauties were displayed to my sight, what a spectacle to excite all my desires I
FANNY
Oh what are you doing? Oh, please, please let me go, madame.
GAMIANI
No, no, Fanny my sweet, my child, my life, my joy I You are too lovely, do you know! I love you, I adore you! I am mad for you!
Vainly the young girl struggled to get away, her cries were smothered in kisses. Pressed, held in a grip, all resistance was useless: the Countess, in her wild embrace, carried her bodily over to her bed and
