Three Weeks by Elinor Glyn
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"But I," said Paul, who was now quite mad, "want to be your lover in this!" Then he gasped at his own boldness. With a lightning movement she lay on her face, raised her elbows on the tiger's head, and supported her chin in her hands. Perfectly straight out her body was, the twisted purple drapery outlining her perfect shape, and flowing in graceful lines beyond--like a serpent's tail. The velvet pillows fell scattered at one side. "Paul--what do you know of lovers--or love?" she said. "My baby Paul!" "I know enough to know I know nothing yet which is worth knowing," he said confusedly. "But--but--don't you understand, I want you to teach me--" "You are so sweet, Paul! when you plead like that I am taking in every bit of you. In your way as perfect as this tiger. But we must talk--oh! such a great, great deal--first." A rage of passion was racing through Paul, his incoherent thoughts were that he did not want to talk--only to kiss her--to devour her--to strangle her with love if necessary. He bit the rose. "You see, Paul, love is a purely physical emotion," she continued. "We could speak an immense amount about souls, and sympathy, and |
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