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Chapter 69 - 69

"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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