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Thou who speakest thus, thou who knowest that love inflameth men's hearts, art not so simple as I thought.

Am I totally ignorant of what Caviceo's eyes, brow, in a word, his whole countenance so often told me, even though he were silent? I was indeed truly surprised at the unwonted fire of his kisses, when he made free with me eight days ago; I know but too well what that ardour and fire meant.

Thy mother was absent? thou wast alone? thou wast not at all afraid of him?

My mother was gone out; but what was to be feared from him? Of course I feared naught.

All he asked was kisses?

On the contrary, the fool took them against my will, brandishing his glowing tongue between my lips.

What sensation came over thee, then?

I shall acknowledge it: some heat or other