Page:Musset - Gamiani, or Two Passionate Nights.djvu/90

 As she spoke, Gamiani sprang out of bed, opened a door and disappeared from our sight.

What is it she really wants, do you know, Fanny?

Hush, Alcide, listen, what cries! She is killing herself... Oh, God, the door is locked! Ah, she has gone into Julie's room. Wait a moment, there is a little window over it, and from thence we shall be able to see everything. Let us bring the sofa over there and two chairs; now get up and let us look.

And what a sight met our eyes! By the changing flicker of a small candle, the Countess, with her eyes rolled up to the whites, foam on her lips, semen all down her thighs, was rolling about and groaning, on a broad rug made of cats' skins.