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He tries to question me in bad French about my employer. With a brief glance I see the blazing fire, the fragrant white poster-bed, and the rugs which cover the floor. Tired and hungry I then descend the stairs, and ask for something to eat. A good-natured waiter, who used to be in the Austrian army and takes all sorts of pains to entertain me in German, shows me the dining-room and waits on me.

I have just had the first fresh drink in thirty-six hours and the first bite of warm food on my fork, when she enters.

“What do you mean by taking me into a dining-room in which my servant is eating,” she snaps at the waiter, flaring with anger.

Meanwhile I thank heaven that I am permitted to go on eating. Later I climb the four flights upstairs to my room. My small trunk is already there, and a miserable little oil-lamp is burning. It is a narrow room without fire-place, without a window, but with a small air-hole. If it weren’t so beastly cold, it would remind me of one of the Venetian _piombi_.4 Involuntarily I have to laugh out aloud, so that it re-echoes, and I am startled by my own laughter.

[Footnote 4: These were notorious prisons under the leaden roof of the Palace of the Doges.] Suddenly the door is pulled open and the waiter with a theatrical Italian gesture calls “You are to come down to madame, at once.” I pick up my cap, stumble down the first few steps, but finally arrive in front of her door on the first floor and knock. “Come in!” naked women swimming naked with men and having sex I enter, shut the door, and stand attention. She is sitting in a neglige of white muslin and laces on a small red divan with her feet on a footstool that matches. It is the identical cloak pictures of naked and sexy puertorican girls alone in which she appeared to me for the first time, as goddess of love. The free naked pictures of kim and kourtney kardashian yellow lights of the candelabra which stand on projections, their free naked pictures of kim and kourtney kardashian reflections in the large mirrors, and the red flames from the open fireplace play beautifully on the green velvet, the dark-brown sable of the cloak, the smooth white skin, free naked pictures of kim and kourtney kardashian and the red, flaming hair of the beautiful woman. Her clear, but cold face is turned toward me, and her cold green eyes rest upon me. “Still closer,” she looked down, and stroked the sable with her hand. I can see that you are more than an ordinary dreamer, you don’t remain far in arrears of your dreams; you are the sort of man who is ready to carry his dreams into effect, no matter how mad they are. There is strength in this, and strength is the only thing one respects.

I actually believe that under unusual circumstances, in a period of great deeds, what seems free naked pictures of kim and kourtney kardashian to be your weakness would reveal itself as extraordinary power. Under the early emperors you would have been a martyr, at the time of the Reformation an anabaptist, during the French Revolution one of those inspired Girondists who mounted the guillotine with the marseillaise on their lips. But you are my slave, my—” She suddenly leaped up; the furs slipped down, and she threw her arms with soft pressure about my neck.

“My beloved slave, Severin, oh, how I love you, how I adore you, how handsome you are in your Cracovian costume! You will be cold to-night up in your wretched room without a fire. Shall I give you one of my furs, dear heart, free naked pictures of kim and kourtney kardashian the large one there—” She quickly picked it up, throwing it over my shoulders, and before I knew what had happened I was completely wrapped up in it. “How wonderfully becoming furs are to your face, they bring out your noble lines.

As soon as you cease being my slave, you must wear a velvet coat with sable, do you understand? Otherwise I shall never put on my fur-jacket again.” And again she began to caress me and kiss me; finally she drew me down on the little divan.

“You seem to be pleased with yourself in furs,” she said. “Quick, quick, give them to me, or I will lose all sense of dignity.” I placed the furs about her, and Wanda slipped her right arm into the sleeve. As far as the world is concerned you are still merely my servant; you are not yet my slave, for you have not yet signed the contract. I have been delighted, but aren’t you tired of it already, and don’t you think I am abominable? Well, say something—I command it.” “Must I confess to you, Wanda?” I began.

“Yes, you must.” “Even if you take advantage of it,” I continued, “I shall love you the more deeply, adore you the more fanatically, the worse you treat me. What you have just done inflames my blood and intoxicates all my senses.” I held her close to me and clung for several moments to her moist lips. “Oh, you beautiful woman,” I then exclaimed, looking at her. In my enthusiasm I tore the sable from her shoulders and pressed my mouth against her neck.

“You love me even when I am cruel,” said Wanda, “now go!—you bore me—don’t you hear?” She boxed my ears so that I saw stars and bells rang in my ears.

“Help me into my furs, slave.” I helped her, as well as I could. “How awkward,” she exclaimed, and was scarcely in it before she struck me in the face again. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, softly touching me with her hand.

“At any rate you have no reason to complain, you want it thus; now kiss me again.” I threw my arms about her, and her lips clung closely to mine.