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Dear reader, I said enough at the end of the last chapter to make
you guess what happened, but no language would be powerful enough
to make you realize all the voluptuousness which that charming
being had in store for me. She came close to me the moment I was in
bed. Without uttering one word our lips met, and I found myself in
the ecstasy of enjoyment before I had had time to seek for it.
The girl came back with the packet, and putting myself in a proper
position I told her to try one on. She proceeded to do so with a
sulky air and with a kind of repugnance which made me feel
interested in her. Number one would not go on, so she had to try on
a second, and the result was that I besprinkled her plentifully.
The mistress laughed, but she was indignant, threw the whole packet
in my face, and ran away in a rage.
I went to see her every morning, and as my interest in her
condition was genuine, she could have no suspicion that I was
acting a part, or attribute my care of her to anything but the most
delicate feelings. For her part she seemed well pleased in the
alteration of my behaviour, though her satisfaction may very
probably have been assumed. I understood women well enough to know
that though she did not love me she was probably annoyed at seeing
my new character sit upon me so easily.
He left us, and I remained alone with Christine. I spent an hour
with her without trying to give her even a kiss, although I was
dying to do so, but I prepared her heart to burn with the same
desires which were already burning in me by those words which so
easily inflame the imagination of a young girl.
Marcoline was charming in bed. I had not enjoyed the Venetian vices
for nearly eight years, and Marcoline was a beauty before whom
Praxiteles would have bent the knee. I laughed at my brother for
having let such a treasure slip out of his hands, though I quite
forgave him for falling in love with her.
Her room was just behind the recess in which my bed stood. I went
in with her and was astonished to see a great display of dresses,
and in an adjoining closet all the array of the toilette, linen in
abundance, and a good stock of shoes and embroidered slippers. Dumb
with surprise I looked at her, and was thoroughly satisfied with
what I saw.
The reader who imagines that at these words rage gave place to
love, and that I hastened to obtain the prize, does not know the
nature of the passion so well as the vile woman whose plaything I
was. From hot love to hot anger is a short journey, but the return
is slow and difficult.
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The empress, who was a woman of moderate height and yet of a
majestic appearance, thoroughly understood the art of making
herself loved. She was not beautiful, but yet she was sure of
pleasing by her geniality and her wit, and also by that exquisite
tact which made one forget the awfulness of the sovereign in the
gentleness of the woman. A few days after, Count Partin told me
that the empress had twice asked after me, and that this was a sure
sign I had pleased her.
A short time afterwards, Madame F---- whispered a few words to the
general, who turned to me and said that he would be glad to hear me
relate what had occurred to me in Constantinople with the wife of
the Turk Yusuf, and at another friend's house, where I had been
seen bathing by moonlight. I was rather surprised at such an
invitation, and told him that such frolics were not worth listening
to....
The empress, who was a woman of moderate height and yet of a
majestic appearance, thoroughly understood the art of making
herself loved. She was not beautiful, but yet she was sure of
pleasing by her geniality and her wit, and also by that exquisite
tact which made one forget the awfulness of the sovereign in the
gentleness of the woman. A few days after, Count Partin told me
that the empress had twice asked after me, and that this was a sure
sign I had pleased her.
M. de Voltaire said that if I liked to play it at his house he
would write to M. de Chavigni to send the Lindane, and that he
himself would play Montrose. I excused myself by saying that Madame
was at Bale and that I should be obliged to go on my journey the
next day. At this he exclaimed loudly, aroused the whole company
against me, and said at last that he should consider my visit as an
insult unless I spared him a week at least of my society.
The Leads, used for the confinement of state prisoners, are in fact
the lofts of the ducal palace, and take their name from the large
plates of lead with which the roof is covered. One can only reach
them through the gates of the palace, the prison buildings, or by
the bridge of which I have spoken called the Bridge of Sighs.
At these words I rose and went to the window, where I stayed for
more than a quarter of an hour reflecting on her infatuation. When
I returned to the table where she was seated she scanned my
features attentively, and said, with much emotion, "Can it be done,
my dear friend? I see that you have been weeping."
Her room was just behind the recess in which my bed stood. I went
in with her and was astonished to see a great display of dresses,
and in an adjoining closet all the array of the toilette, linen in
abundance, and a good stock of shoes and embroidered slippers. Dumb
with surprise I looked at her, and was thoroughly satisfied with
what I saw.
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original. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as
marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe
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