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Oh! dear, oh, dear! they treat my poor penis for all the world like Heracles.

There, lift your head, dear!

That’s really everything.

Is it everything, I wonder.

Come, my treasure.

I am just unfastening my girdle. But remember what you promised me about making Peace; mind you keep your word.

Yes, yes, upon my life I will.

Why, you have no blanket.

Great Zeus! what matter of that? ’tis you I want to fuck.

Never fear—directly, directly! I’ll be back in no time.

The woman will kill me with her blankets!