I cannot explain why I felt that, but recollect it. xxx18 An English woman would burst first; yet if the Italian had put his hand rudely up her legs, that man might have been stabbed by the woman. “Let me sleep with you, and I will buy you a dress to-morrow morning”, said I. I was so slow, that impatiently she said, “Give it me, give it me”, pulled it on herself, and then put on the boot. “My God, shall I spend outside?” thought I; my prick like an iron rod touched the top of the wet slit and slid right down on its passage. “There”, said I, “I shall sleep here till Camille comes home.” “There will be a row then, and what will I do?
