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and was about to touch the spot itself, which I could see nestled in a little grove of auburn curls, between her closely-compressed thighs, when she seemed to awake with a sigh and a start.
"My God, what have you seen, Mr. Saul?" she said, drawing herself up and wrapping the dressing-gown closely round, her.
My blood was in a boil, as I threw myself upon her, saying, in a deep husky kind of whisper, "My lovely lady, you have indeed permitted me to see too much of your charms to resist their ravishing influence. I must, I will have you, if I die for it!"
One of my legs was between hers, and I struggled to open them still more. She seemed to resist me with all her
