r to go into the bed-room with my sister again!"

"Your sister!" What a revelation! the likeness to Camille. I wondered it
had not struck me more completely before, the hesitation of Camille to
let me get the girl, her wish that she had never fetched her, her half
intention to send her home, the oath she made me take not to disclose
my having seen Louise's cunt when she was insensible: all struck me at
once.

Louise jumped off the bed in a fright, "No, no, no," she said, "not
my sister, my mistress; did I say sister? I didn't mean it, it's my
mistress, don't say I said sister."

I was certain she had spoken the truth: the likeness, Camille's anger
when I suggested making Louise drunk, her desire to be out of the house
when her virginity was taken, and other things crowded on my mind. "Deny
it as you like, ma chere, but you _are_ her sister, the very image of
her."

"Don't say so." I swore I would never tell. "She will murder me if she
knows. She is a demon, you don't know her,--mon Dieu! mon Dieu! what
shall I do? I must run away."

I calmed her, told her no one need know, I would never tell. She
believed me, seemed comforted, but still kept assuring me she had made a
mistake: she meant to say mistress.

This was a funny episode, a funny conversation between a woman carrying
her first male spunk in a bloody cunt, and a man with a cock still
dripping with cunt-juices on to his shirt, sitting by her side.

We talked by the side of the bed; then for a minute she put her head on
my shoulder and cried; it was over-excitement, nothing else, no regret.

Was I going? My reply was to put on my nightgown, say I meant to sleep
all night with her; I showed her my shirt, dabbed with bloody semen, and
gloried in it, told her her chemise was in the same state. She begged
me to leave her, and pushed me into the sitting-room, wiped her bloody
quim, and changed her things. She could not find Camille's night-gowns,
her own were dirty, so she put on one of Camille's beautiful chemises,
and over it the white robe. What a difference that entry of my prick
had made: twelve hours before, a refusal to let me put on a garter, a
struggle, a fight to do it; now my hand rested tranquilly on the smooth
thighs, whilst she listened to the pleasures I meant to have with her.
I drew her towards the bedroom, pulled off her boots and stockings, her
robe, then her chemise, and she got into bed naked, and I with her. It
was a hot night, cuddling wa