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It is only now that I noticed her noble, almost European cast of countenance and her magnificent statuesque bust, which is as if hewn out of black marble. The black devil observes that she pleases me, and, grinning, shows her teeth.

She has hardly left the room, before Wanda leaps up in a rage. “What, you dare to look at another woman besides me! Perhaps you redhead girl bent over like her even better than you do me, she is even more demonic!” I am frightened; I have never seen her like this before; she is suddenly pale even to the lips and her whole body trembles. She snatches the whip from its hook and strikes me in the face; then she calls her black servants, who bind me, and carry me down into the cellar, where they throw me into a dark, dank, subterranean compartment, a veritable prison-cell. Then the lock of the door clicks, the bolts are drawn, a key sings in the lock. I have been lying here for I don’t know how long, bound like a calf about to be hauled to the slaughter, on a bundle of damp straw, redhead girl bent over without any light, without food, without drink, without sleep. It would be like her to let me starve to redhead girl bent over redhead girl bent over death, if I don’t freeze to death redhead teens hot girl before then. * * * * * A red streak, like blood, floods across the floor; it is a light falling through the door which is now thrust open. Wanda appears on the threshold, wrapped in her sables, holding a lighted torch.

“Are you coming to kill me?” I reply with a low, hoarse voice. With two rapid strides Wanda reaches my side, she kneels down beside me, and places my head in her lap. I want you to love me.” She draws forth a short dagger. I start with fright when its blade gleams in front of my eyes.

* * * * * Every evening after dinner she now has me called. I have to read to her, and she discusses with me all sorts of interesting problems and subjects. She seems entirely transformed; it is as if she were ashamed of the savagery which she betrayed to me and of the cruelty with which she treated me. A touching gentleness transfigures her entire being, and when at the good-night she gives me her hand, a superhuman power of goodness and love lies in her eyes, of the kind which calls forth tears in us and causes us to forget all the miseries of existence and all the terrors of death. * * * * * I am reading _Manon l’Escault_ to nude girls bent over playing with there pussy gifs her.

She feels the association, she doesn’t say a word, but she smiles from time to time, and finally she shuts up the little book. I have a rendezvous in the Cascine, and you, my dear Chevalier, will accompany me; I know, you will do it, won’t you?” “You command it.” “I do not command it, I beg it of you,” she says with irresistible charm. She then rises, puts her hands on my shoulders, and looks at me. “I love you, Severin, you have no idea how I love you!” “Yes, I have!” I replied bitterly, “so much so that you have arranged for a rendezvous with some one else.” “I do this only to allure you the more,” she replied vivaciously. I redhead girl bent over don’t ever want to lose you, never, do you hear, for I love only you, you alone.” She clung passionately to my lips. “Oh, if I only could, as I would, give you all of my soul in a kiss—thus—but now come.” She slipped into a simple black velvet coat, and put a dark _bashlyk_5 on her head. Then she rapidly went through the gallery, and entered the carriage.

[Footnote 5: A kind of Russian cap.] “Gregor will drive,” she called out to the coachman who withdrew in surprise. I ascended the driver’s seat, and angrily whipped up the horses. In the Cascine redhead girl bent over where the main roadway turns into a leafy path, Wanda got out. It was night, only occasional stars shone through the gray clouds that fled across the sky. By the bank of the Arno stood a man in a dark cloak, with a brigand’s hat, and looked at the yellow waves. Wanda rapidly walked through the shrubbery, and tapped him on the shoulder. I saw him turn dildo inside bent over pussy and seize her hand, and then they disappeared behind the green wall. Finally there was a rustling in the bushes to one side, and they returned. The light of the lamp fell full and glaringly upon an infinitely young, soft and dreamy face which I had never before seen, and played in his long, blond curls. She held out her hand which he kissed with deep respect, redhead girl bent over then she signaled to me, and immediately the carriage flew along the leafy wall which follows the river like a long green screen. * * * * * The bell at the garden-gate rings. “Do you, perhaps, understand some German?” he asks shyly. I haven’t any yet,” he replies, embarrassed—“Tell your mistress the German painter from the Cascine is here and would like—but there she is herself.” Wanda had stepped out on the balcony, and nodded toward the stranger. “Thanks, I’ll find her now, thanks, thanks very much.” He ran up the steps. I remained standing below, and looked with deep pity on the poor German. Venus in Furs has caught his soul in the red snares of hair. * * * * * It is a sunny winter’s day. Something that looks like gold trembles on the leaves of the clusters of trees down below in the green level of the meadow.