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 that the frail woman shook under the repeated thumps. Her knees were almost giving way under the brutal force he displayed. When again, all at once, the flood-gates of the seminal ducts were open, and he squirted a jet of molten liquid down into the innermost recesses of her womb.

"A moment of delirium followed; the contraction of all her muscles gripped him and sucked him up eagerly, greedily; and after a short spasmodic convulsion, they both fell senseless side by side, still tightly wedged in one another."

"And so ends the Epistle!"

"Not quite so, for nine months afterwards the Countess gave birth to a fine boy"

"Who, of course, looked like his father? Doesn't every child look like its father?"

"Still this one happened to look neither like the Count nor like Teleny."

"Who the deuce did it look like then?"

"Like myself."

"Bosh!"

"Bosh as much as you like. Anyhow, the rickety old count is very proud of this son of his, having discovered a certain likeness between his