"I want to do that with you," I said. "Fi donc! c'est villain," said
she, and pushed the book violently away. It fell on the floor, and at
the same instant she attempted to rise. I held her tightly, and pulling
her back on to the big sofa, her legs flying up, I threw up her clothes
in front, showing her fine pair of thighs, and the next minute I had
my mouth and nose buried in the hair, kissing and sniffing it, my hands
roving about wherever I could feel warm flesh.
With a shriek,--then another,--she twisted round (in doing so my nose
rubbed on her clitoris), her petticoats fell down, she got across the
room to her bedroom, and bolted the door.
I stood shouting, "What a beautiful form, what thighs, how dark the hair
on your cunt, how lovely my nose has rubbed on it; let me see it again,
let me fuck you, have pity on me." All that suggested itself to a
man whose prick was ready to discharge in his breeches did I say, but
fruitlessly, she made no reply. I went back to the sofa and considered
what to do. Soon I heard her moving, crept to the door, and heard the
rattle of piddle. "You're piddling out of that dear cunt," said I, "how
I wish I could feel it." The rattle stopped, and again I went back to
the sofa.
I had told her that I would take her out, and called to her to get
ready, she never answered. A few minutes afterwards I wanted to shit; it
was needful to go down-stairs into a yard. Thought I, "If she hears me
go down she will come out;--ah! if she does, there is the book, I wonder
if she will look at it." I opened it at a picture she had not seen,
tearing up little bits of newspaper, I placed them between adjoining
pages, so that if opened the bits must fall out, then said, "I am going
downstairs; if you won't go out, I will go without you."
I stayed at the shit-house some time, went up quietly, and heard her
door close as I went up the stairs. When I entered the room I looked at
the book; it was just as I had placed it, but two of the bits of paper
had dropped out. "Louise, Louise, you have been looking at the book."
"You lie," said she quickly. "You have, I put bits of paper in, and they
have fallen out, so you must have." "I have not," said she.
"I wanted to take you to see the shops, to the theatre, if you won't
answer I shall go alone, and dine alone." "I shan't come then." "Don't,"
said I in a huff, then went to Camille's bed-room and washed. "I am
going, will you come? In another minute I shall be gone without you".
"Will you promise not to be m�chant" (the French term). "I have not been
wicked," said I. She was yielding; I knew she was wild to go out with
"Will you promise to leave off talking so." "Not for ever; how can
I when I have seen what I have." "I have no boots, only my thick shoes."
"Come in those." "Camille has left a pair they are too big, and there
is a hole in them." But it ended in her putting them on. Dressed, she
looked an odd mixture of a peasant and a servant, who had got on some
of her mistress' things. I was ashamed to walk out with her; she saw
something in the expression of my face which wounded her pride. "You
don't like walking out with me," she said, and sitting down big tears
came into her eyes, "but I am handsomer than Madame, my feet are smaller
although my leg is bigger; my shoes are shameful, she would not let me
have boots like hers, she said she would send me home; _she_ won't go
home again, if I tell them about her." Thus she jabbered on in a fume,
till she had exhausted herself, her pride wounded, excited much by
feasting, by the baudy book and my kiss on her cunt. She talked so fast
in her provincial French, that I could scarcely understand what she
said.
I did not care what I spent, so that I could spend up Louise. "I am
proud to walk with you, and I will buy you a pair of boots." She jumped
up with delight. "But you shall let me do one thing." "What?" "Let me
feel your leg, which you say is so big." "Volontiers," said she, "there
is no harm in feeling a leg; in my country our clothes only just come
below our knees," and so with joking, kissing, and a promise to let me
put the boots on, out we went in a cab.
I took her to a boot-maker's, and fitted her to perfection; she was
delighted, and in the cab did nothing but put up her feet to look at
them. She let me feel her legs, after she had pulled her petticoats
tight round the knee; I wanted to go higher, "No, no," she said; but I
pushed up, on to her thighs.
I bought her a bonnet, but it had to be altered and was to be sent home
in the evening; I got out of the cab and going into a shop without
her, bought (guessing the size) white silk stockings and showy garters,
without telling her. Then I bought her gloves, a collar, and one or two
other things, and then we went to dine.
As I bought each successive article I told my wants coarsely enough.
I felt her in the cab, and got so excited, that I pulled my cock out,
keeping it covered with my handkerchief, removing it from time to time
as I thought the sight of the cock would excite her. "The omnibus, the
omnibus" she cried out suddenly. Forgetting myself and all but my wants,
I had exposed my randy doodle just as an omnibus passed, and as I looked
up, there was the conductor laughing at me. I went to the N.... n
hotel, then just opened, and ordered a dinner; there the collars, cuffs,
gloves, and other things, she fitted on and looked at, and laid them
down, so that she could see them when dining. Gloves she had never put
on in her life before. The anticipation of the bonnet filled her with
delight; it was handsomer she was sure, than any one she ever saw Madame
wear; did I not think she would be handsomer than Madame, if as well
dressed? she was wild with conceit, and told me again how Madame had
refused to buy her things she wished; saying, that a servant could not
be allowed to wear them. This grievance had sunk deeply into her mind.
Meanwhile talking, laughing, joking, sometimes saying, "fi! fi! donc,"
sometimes, "oh! villain!" sometimes giving me a kiss, sometimes saying,
"be quiet," she ate a good dinner, drank more champagne than she was
aware of, got more and more talkative, whilst I got more and more lewd.
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