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Oh how I envy you! And what about Fanny? I think she has gone to sleep.
FANNY
Leave me now, Gamiani, take your hand away, it is so heavy on me… I am overwhelmed… dead… My God, what a night! Let us sleep… I……
The poor child yawned, turned round and nestled down in the bed like a tiny baby.
I wanted to bring her back to life, but the Countess said: "No, no, I know just what she must be feeling. Of course I am of a quite different temperament. I feel such irritation within me… It torments me, and I am burnt up with desire. Ah, if you only knew how I long for it. I want to have it more and more till it kills me. Your two bodies that I can feel against mine, your talking, our amorous fury, all that excites me, takes me out of myself. Hell is in my mind, fire in my body. I don't know what new device to invent; it is terrible!
