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 any more.'

"And she rubbed herself as strongly as she could against him, protruding her middle parts against his."

"And Teleny?"

"Well, jealous as I was, I could not help feeling how different his manner was now from the rapturous way with which he had clung to me that evening, when he had taken the bunch of heliotrope from his button-hole and had put it in mine.

"He accepted rather than returned her caresses. Anyhow, she seemed pleased, for she thought him shy.

"She was now hanging on him. One of her arms was clasped around his waist, the other one around his neck. Her dainty, tapering bejewelled fingers were playing with his curly hair, and paddling his neck.

"He was squeezing her breasts, and, as I said before, slightly fingering her nipples.

"She gazed deep into his eyes, and then sighed.

You do not love me,' at last she said.