Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17: Return to Italy by Giacomo Casanova
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five minutes back she came, clad in her chemise and walking on tip-toe.
"Come to my arms, my love; it is very cold." "Here I am. My sister is asleep and suspects nothing; and even if she awoke the bed is so large that she would not notice my absence." "You are a divine creature, and I love you with all my heart." "So much the better. I give myself up to you; do what you like with me, on the condition that you think of my sister no more." "That will not cost me much. I promise that I will not think of her." I found Annette a perfect neophyte, and though I saw no blood on the altar of love next morning I did not suspect her on that account. I have often seen such cases, and I know by experience that the effusion of blood or its absence proves nothing. As a general rule a girl cannot be convicted of having had a lover unless she be with child. I spent two hours of delight with this pretty baby, for she was so small, so delicate, and so daintily shaped all over, that I can find no better name for her. Her docility did not detract from the piquancy of the pleasure, for she was voluptuously inclined. When I rose in the morning she came to my room with Veronique, and I was glad to see that while the younger sister was radiant with happiness the elder looked pleasant and as if she desired to make herself agreeable. I asked her how she was, and she told me that diet and sleep had completely cured her. "I have always found them the best remedy for a headache." |
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