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So now, at last, the scene was set as he wished and he must begin the attack. "You know," he said, "that you cannot presume here. You have claims on--" "No, I haven't and I want none." "Why?" "Because.... "The more I reflect, the more inclined I am to ask you, for heaven's sake, not to destroy our dream. Do you want me to be frank, so frank that I shall doubtless seem a monster of selfishness? Well, personally, I do not wish to spoil the--the--what shall I say?--the extreme happiness our relation gives me. I know I explain badly and confusedly, but this is the way it is: I possess you when and how I please, just as, for a long time, I have possessed Byron, Baudelaire, Gerard de Nerval, those I love--" "You mean ...?" "That I have only to desire them, to desire you, before I go to sleep...." "And?" "And you would be inferior to my chimera, to the Durtal I adore, whose caresses make my nights digimon sexy sora having sex delirious!" He looked at her in stupefaction.

She even seemed not to see him, but to be looking into space. In a sudden flash of thought he saw the digimon sexy sora having sex scenes of incubacy of which Gevingey had spoken.

"We shall untangle all this later," he thought within himself, "meanwhile--" He took her gently by the arms, drew her to him and abruptly kissed her mouth. He strained her to him and embraced her furiously, then with a strange gurgling cry she threw her head back and caught his leg between both of hers.

He emitted a howl of rage, for he felt her haunches move.

She wanted a miserly pleasure, a sort of solitary vice.... She remained there, quite pale, choking, her eyes closed, her hands outstretched like those of a frightened child. With a little cry he came up to her and caught her again, but she struggled, crying, "No! I beseech you, let me go." He held her crushed against his body and attempted to make her yield. "I implore you, let me go." Her accent was so despairing that he relinquished her. Then he debated with himself whether to throw her brutally on the floor and violate her. She was panting and her arms hung limp at her sides as she leaned, very pale, against the bookcase. "Ah!" he said, marching up and down, knocking into the furniture, "I must really love you, if in spite of your supplications and refusals--" She joined her hands to keep him away. "Good God!" he said, exasperated, "what are you made of?" She came to herself, and, offended, she said to him, "Monsieur, I too suffer. Spare me," and pell-mell she spoke of her husband, of her confessor, and became so incoherent that Durtal was frightened. She was silent, then in a singing voice she said, "Tell me, you will come to my house tomorrow night, won't you?" "But I suffer too!" She seemed not to hear him. In her smoky eyes, far, far back, there seemed to be a twinkle of feeble light. She murmured, in the cadence of a canticle, "Tell me, dear, you will come tomorrow night, won't you?" "Yes," he said at last. Then she readjusted herself and without saying a word digimon sexy sora having sex quitted the room. She opened the door, turned around, took his hand and very lightly brushed it with her digimon sexy sora having sex lips. He stood there stupidly, not knowing what to make of her behaviour. "What does she mean?" he exclaimed, returning to the room, putting the furniture back in place and smoothing the disordered carpet. "Heavens, I wish I could as easily restore order to my brain. She does not digimon sexy sora having sex want our relation to culminate in the act itself. Is she really thinking how grotesque the amorous somersaults are? Or is she, as I believe, a melancholy and terrible digimon sexy sora having sex player-around-the-edges, thinking only of herself? Well, her obscene selfishness is one of those complicated sins that have to be shriven by the very highest confessor. She admits--so placidly!--that in dream she cohabits at will with dead or digimon sexy sora having sex living beings. Is she Satanizing, and is this some of the work of Canon Docre?

What is the meaning of this unexpected invitation for tomorrow night? Does she wish to yield nowhere except in her own home?

Does she feel more at ease there, or does she think the propinquity of her husband will render the sin more piquant? Does she loathe Chantelouve, and is this a meditated vengeance, or does she count on the fear of danger to spur our senses? "After all, I think it is probably a final coquetry, an appetizer before the repast. She probably thinks these delays and subterfuges are necessary to differentiate her from a cocotte.

Or perhaps there is a physical necessity for stalling me off another day." He sought other reasons but could find none. "Deep down in my heart," he said, vexed in spite of himself by this rebuff, "I know I have been an imbecile. I ought to have acted the cave man and paid no attention to her supplications and lies. I ought to have taken violent possession of her lips and breast. Then it would be finished, whereas now I must begin at the beginning again, and God damn her! "Who knows whether she isn't laughing at me this very moment? Perhaps she wanted me to be more violent and bold--but no, her soul-sick voice was not feigned, her poor eyes did not simulate bewilderment, and then what would she have meant by that _respectful_ kiss--for there was an impalpable shade of respect and gratitude in that kiss which she planted on my hand!" She was too much for him. "Meanwhile, in this hurly-burly I have forgotten my refreshments.