head, than he started up on his haunches, and—after sniffing the sultry air—rubbed his muzzle on his master's face, whilst the long thin tapering tip of an inflamed penis darted out of its hairy sheath. The mongrel looked intently at the man, with an intelligent appeal, and seemed to say: "We two are unmated outcasts."
The youth thereupon patted the shaggy coat of his only friend with a loving hand, and the cur in return licked the caressing hand with a sensual affection.
The young girl at the window gazed upon the slightest details of the scene underneath; she saw the red flesh peep through the rent, and noticed how the youth grasped that fluttering bird.
She was of a tall, slight, spare, elegant figure, and might have served an artist as an exquisite study of greys. Her hair—soft and glossy—was of a pale golden, or rather a light ashy hue; her complexion—almost of a single tone—was faintly flushed on the cheeks and slightly tending to red on her lips, her eyes—shaded by long flaxen lashes—were of a pale
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