Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 11: Paris and Holland by Giacomo Casanova
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the space of a quarter of an hour you have taught me what I thought I
should never know till I was married." "Are you sorry?" "I ought to be, although I feel that I have nothing more to learn on a matter which I never dared to think about. But how is it that you have got so quiet?" "Because we are talking reasonably and after the rapture love requires some repose. But look at this!" "What! again? Is that the rest of the lesson?" "It is the natural result of it." "How is it that you don't frighten me now?" "The soldier gets used to fire." "I see our fire is going out." With these words she took up a stick to poke the fire, and as she was stooping down in a favourable position my rash hand dared to approach the porch of the temple, and found the door closed in such sort that it would be necessary to break it open if one wished to enter the sanctuary. She got up in a dignified way, and told me in a polite and feeling manner that she was a well-born girl and worthy of respect. Pretending to be confused I made a thousand excuses, and I soon saw the amiable expression return to the face which it became so well. I said that in spite of my |
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