Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 22: to London by Giacomo Casanova
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come up on tiptoe I was surprised, though in a very agreeable manner. She
fled to her bed, saying saucily, "You are frightened of me, I think?" "You are wrong, but you surprised me. Come back, I want to see you fall asleep in my arms." "Come and see me sleep." "Will you sleep all the time?" "Of course I shall." "We will see about that." I flung the pen down, and in a moment I held her in my arms, smiling, ardent, submissive to my desires, and only entreating me to spare her. I did my best, and though she helped me to the best of her ability, the first assault was a labour of Hercules. The others were pleasanter, for it is only the first step that is painful, and when the field had been stained with the blood of three successive battles, we abandoned ourselves to repose. At five o'clock in the morning Clairmont knocked, and I told him to get us some coffee. I was obliged to get up without giving fair Adele good day, but I promised that she should have it on the way. When she was dressed she looked at the altar where she had offered her first sacrifice to love, and viewed the signs of her defeat with a sigh. She was pensive for some time, but when we were in the carriage again her |
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