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struggled hard to crush my love; but one night, unable to overcome the maddening passion that was consuming me, I yielded to it and stealthily crept into her room.
"By the rosy light of her night-lamp, I saw her lying, or rather, stretched across her bed. I shivered with lust at the sight of that pearly-white flesh. I should have liked to have been a beast of prey to devour it.
"Her loose and dishevelled golden hair was scattered in locks all over the pillow. Her lawn chemise scarcely veiled part of her nakedness, whilst it enhanced the beauty of what was left bare. The ribbons with which this garment had been tied on her shoulder had come undone, and thus exhibited her right breast to my hungry, greedy glances. It stood up firm and plump, for she was a very young virgin, and its dainty shape was no bigger than a large-sized champagne bowl, and as Symonds says:
"Her breasts shone like pinks that lilies wreath."
As her right arm was uplifted and bent under her head, I could see a bushy mass of dark auburn
