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The camelias at the foot of the gallery are glorious in their abundant buds. The German painter stands opposite her with his hands folded as in adoration, and looks at her. No, he rather looks at her face, and is entirely absorbed in it, enraptured. But she does not see him, neither does she see me, who with the spade in my hand am turning over the flower-bed, solely that I sophia bush nude may see her and feel her nearness, which produces an effect on me like poetry, like music.

* * * * * The painter has gone. I go up to the gallery, quite close, and ask Wanda “Do you love the painter, mistress?” She looks at me without getting angry, shakes her head, and finally even smiles.

“I feel sorry for him,” she replies, “but I do not love him. _I used to love you, as ardently, as passionately, as deeply as it was possible for me to love,_ but now I don’t love even you any more; my heart is a void, dead, and this makes me sad.” “Wanda!” I exclaimed, deeply moved. “Soon, you too will no longer love me,” she continued, “tell me when you have reached that sophie simm nude point, and I sophia bush nude will give back to you your freedom.” “Then I shall remain your slave, all my life long, for I adore you and shall always adore you,” I cried, seized by that fanaticism of love which has repeatedly been so fatal to me. “I have loved you infinitely and have been despotic towards you so that I might fulfil your dream. Something of my old feeling, a sort of real sympathy for you, still trembles in my breast. When that too has gone who knows whether then I shall give you your liberty; whether I shall not then become really cruel, merciless, even brutal toward; whether I shall not take a diabolical pleasure in tormenting and putting on the rack the man who worships me idolatrously, the while I remain indifferent or love someone else; perhaps, I shall enjoy seeing him die of his love for me. Consider this well.” “I have long since considered all that,” I replied as in a glow of fever. “I cannot exist, cannot live without you; I shall die if you set me at liberty; let me remain your slave, kill me, but do not drive me away.” “Very well then, be my slave,” she replied, “but don’t forget that I no longer love you, and your love doesn’t mean any more to me than a dog’s, and dogs are kicked.” * * * * * To-day I visited the Venus of Medici. It was still early, and the little octagonal room in the Tribuna was filled with half-lights like a sanctuary; I stood with folded hands in deep adoration before the silent sophia bush anal image of the divinity. Not a human soul was in the gallery, not even an Englishman, and I fell down sophia bush nude on my knees.

I looked up at the lovely slender body, the budding breasts, the virginal and yet voluptuous face, the fragrant curls which seemed to conceal tiny horns on each side of the forehead. * * * * * My mistress’s bell. She, however, is still abed with her arms intertwined behind her neck. “I want to bathe,” she says, “and you will attend me. “Now go downstairs and make sure the door below is also locked.” I descended the winding stairs that lead from her bedroom to the bath; my feet gave way beneath me, and I had to support myself against the iron banister. After having ascertained that the door leading to the Loggia and the garden was locked, I returned. Wanda was now sitting on the bed with loosened hair, wrapped in her green velvet furs. When she made a rapid movement, I noticed that the furs were her only covering. I was like one condemned to death, who knows he is on the way to the scaffold, and yet begins to tremble when he sees it. “Come, Gregor, take me on your arms.” “You mean, mistress?” “You are to carry me, don’t you understand?” I sophia bush nude lifted her up, so that she rested in my arms, while she twined hers around my neck.

Slowly, step by step, I went down the stairs with her and her hair beat from time to time against my cheek and her foot sought support against my knee.

I trembled under the beautiful burden I was carrying, and every moment it seemed as if I had to break down beneath it. The bath consisted of a wide, high rotunda, which received a soft quiet light from a red glass sophia bush nude cupola above.

Two palms extended their broad leaves like a roof over a couch of velvet cushions.