Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 17: Return to Italy  by Giacomo Casanova
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			"Her feelings overcame her, and she surrendered to me without making any terms." "She has more sense than I." "Do you mean that?" "I do, really." "I am astonished and delighted to hear it; but as it is so, kiss your sister." At this invitation Veronique put down the candle, and covered Annette's beautiful body with kisses. The scene made me feel very happy. "Come, Veronique," said I, "you will die of cold; come and lie down." I made room for her, and soon there were three of us under the same sheet. I was in an ecstasy at this group, worthy of Aretin's pencil. "Dearest ones," said I, "you have played me a pretty trick; was it premeditated? And was Veronique false this morning, or is she false now?" "We did not premeditate anything, I was true this morning, and I am true now. I feel that I and my plan were very silly, and I hope you will forgive me, since I have repented and have had my punishment. Now I think I am in my right senses, as I have yielded to the feelings with which you inspired me when I saw you first, and against which I have fought too long." |  | 


 
