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In Paris at any rate she felt a bit of sensuality still. One of the saddest towns: weary of its now-mechanical sensuality, weary of the tension of money, money, money, weary even of resentment and conceit, just weary to death, and still not sufficiently Americanized or Londonized to hide the weariness under a mechanical jig-jig-jig! Ah, these manly he-men, these flaneurs, the oglers, these eaters of good dinners! weary, worn-out for lack of a little tenderness, given and taken. The efficient, sometimes charming women knew a thing or two about the sensual realities: they had that pull over their jigging English sisters. Dry, with the endless dry tension of will, they too were wearing out. Perhaps it would develop into a very radical anarchy. Connie found herself shrinking and afraid of the world.

Sometimes she was happy for a little while in the Boulevards or in the Bois or the Luxembourg Gardens. But already eighteen sex club nude pussy Paris was full of Americans and English, strange Americans in the oddest uniforms, and the usual dreary English that are so hopeless abroad. It was suddenly hot weather, so Hilda was going through Switzerland and over the Brenner, then through the Dolomites down to Venice. Hilda loved all the managing and the driving and being mistress of the show. Only Connie kept saying to herself: Why don't I really care! How awful, that I don't really care about the landscape any more! I'm like Saint Bernard, who could sail down the lake of Lucerne without ever noticing that there were even eighteen sex club nude pussy mountains and green water.

No, she found nothing vital in France or Switzerland or the Tyrol or Italy. She felt she didn't care if she never saw France or Switzerland or Italy again.

people were all alike, with very little differences. They all wanted to get money out of you: or, if they were travellers, they wanted to get eighteen sex club nude pussy enjoyment, perforce, like squeezing blood out of a stone. it all had to be squeezed and squeezed again, to provide a thrill, to provide enjoyment. What did people mean, with their simply _determined_ enjoying of themselves? I'd rather be at Wragby, where eighteen sex club nude pussy I can go about and be still, and not stare at anything or do any performing of any sort. This tourist performance of enjoying oneself is too hopelessly humiliating: it's such a failure. She wanted to go back to Wragby, even to Clifford, even to poor crippled Clifford. He wasn't such a fool as this swarming holidaying lot, anyhow.

But in her inner consciousness she was keeping touch with the other man. She mustn't let her connection with him go: oh, she mustn't let it go, or she was lost, lost utterly in this world of riff-raffy expensive people and eighteen sex club nude pussy joy-hogs. Oh "enjoying oneself!" Another modern form of sickness. They left the car in Mestre, in garage, and took the regular steamer over to Venice. It was a lovely summer afternoon, the shallow lagoon rippled, the full sunshine made Venice, turning its back to them across the water, look dim. At the station quay they changed to a gondola, giving the man the address. He was a regular gondolier in a white-and-blue blouse, not very good-looking, not at all impressive. But a fair distance out!" He seemed a rather childish, impetuous fellow.

He rowed with a certain exaggerated impetuosity, through the dark side-canals with the horrible, slimy green walls, the canals that go through the poorer quarters, where the washing hangs high up on ropes, and there is a slight, or strong odour of sewage. But at last he came to one of the open canals with pavement on either side, and looping bridges, that run straight, at right angles to the Grand Canal. The two women sat under the little awning, the man was perched above, behind them.

"Are the signorine staying long at the Villa Esmeralda?" he asked, rowing easy, and wiping his perspiring face with a white-and-blue handkerchief.

"Some twenty days: we are both married ladies," said Hilda, in her curious hushed voice, that made her Italian sound so foreign. After which he asked: "Do the signore want a gondolier for the twenty days or so that they will stay at the Villa Esmeralda? Or by the day, or by the week?" Connie and Hilda considered. In Venice, it is always preferable to have one's own gondola, as it is preferable to have one's own car on land. what eighteen sex club nude pussy boats?" "There is a motor-launch, also a gondola. But--" The _but_ meant: they won't be your property.

"How much do you charge?" It was about thirty shillings a day, or ten pounds a week. "Well," said Hilda, "come tomorrow morning, and we will arrange it. What is your name?" eighteen sex club nude pussy His name was Giovanni, and he wanted to know at what time he should come, and then for whom should he say he was waiting. He glanced at it swiftly, with his hot, southern blue eyes, then glanced again.

Milady, isn't it?" "Milady Costanza!" said Connie. He nodded, repeating: "Milady Costanza!" and putting the card carefully away in his blouse.