worth it,--and you so
good, and so kind,--I hate her when I look at her, and then look at you.
Oh! I beg your pardon sir,--don't say anything,"--and as if astonished
at herself, she disengaged herself, and stood looking at me. I closed
with her again, folding her tightly to me, and we kissed till we could
kiss no longer. My tears fell on her face, and hers ran down my cheeks,
so close were they together.

The parlours divided by folding doors mostly open, ran from back to
front. A sofa was close by the dining-table. "Sit down," said I. She
did. I put my arm round her neck, pulled her face to mine, and kissed
again that divinely pink and velvety cheek. Then her arm went round my
waist, and lips to lips, each instant we kissed, and sat and talked of
my miseries; yet as far as I recollect not the slightest desire to have
her had then come into my head, all was delight at my trouble being
shared, at a kind, soft, pretty woman commiserating me.

After long talking and kissing, and looking at her, a sense of her.
great beauty suddenly struck me, just as if I had never noticed it
before. I recollect telling her so.

Then a thrill of desire shot through me and staggered me. I trembled as
the want overtook me, and drew her closer to me, kissed more fervently,
and sighed. She sighed. My lust had kindled hers, and yet I had not
spoken of it. My hand went on to her knees, I felt the thighs gently,
felt their plumpness through the summer clothing, slowly my hand dropped
lower kissing her all the while, and bending her forward with me, as I
bent forward, with my dropping hand.

A long pause. I scarcely knew why, and then my hand went still lower,
till it touched her ankles, still kissing her, and bending her with me
(oh! how well I recollect it), then my right hand went quite slowly
up her clothes to her knees, and there I stopped, frightened at my
advances. Opening her eyes she gently repulsed me, and murmured, "Oh!
Master,--Master,--what are you doing,--pray don't." Her eyes were filled
with soft passion, her resistance physically would not have moved a
butterfly, but morally she affected me. I became conscious of what I was
driving on to un-premeditatingly.

I desisted, removed my hand, but passion now controlled me. I kissed
again. "Let me feel, oh! let me dear feel you," bending her forward
with me, I replaced my hand. "Oh! Master pray don't,--think what you
are doing,--of who I am," said she lovingly. "Oh! I won't," said s