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When
I
had
written
in
my
diary
and
had
fortunately
replaced
the
book
and
pen
in
my
pocket
I
felt
sleepy
.
The
Count
's
warning
came
into
my
mind
,
but
I
took
pleasure
in
disobeying
it
.
The
sense
of
sleep
was
upon
me
,
and
with
it
the
obstinacy
which
sleep
brings
as
outrider
.
The
soft
moonlight
soothed
,
and
the
wide
expanse
without
gave
a
sense
of
freedom
which
refreshed
me
.
I
determined
not
to
return
tonight
to
the
gloom-haunted
rooms
,
but
to
sleep
here
,
where
,
of
old
,
ladies
had
sat
and
sung
and
lived
sweet
lives
whilst
their
gentle
breasts
were
sad
for
their
menfolk
away
in
the
midst
of
remorseless
wars
.
I
drew
a
great
couch
out
of
its
place
near
the
corner
,
so
that
as
I
lay
,
I
could
look
at
the
lovely
view
to
east
and
south
,
and
unthinking
of
and
uncaring
for
the
dust
,
composed
myself
for
sleep
.
I
suppose
I
must
have
fallen
asleep
.
I
hope
so
,
but
I
fear
,
for
all
that
followed
was
startlingly
real
,
so
real
that
now
sitting
here
in
the
broad
,
full
sunlight
of
the
morning
,
I
can
not
in
the
least
believe
that
it
was
all
sleep
.
I
was
not
alone
.
The
room
was
the
same
,
unchanged
in
any
way
since
I
came
into
it
.
I
could
see
along
the
floor
,
in
the
brilliant
moonlight
,
my
own
footsteps
marked
where
I
had
disturbed
the
long
accumulation
of
dust
.
In
the
moonlight
opposite
me
were
three
young
women
,
ladies
by
their
dress
and
manner
.
I
thought
at
the
time
that
I
must
be
dreaming
when
I
saw
them
,
they
threw
no
shadow
on
the
floor
.
They
came
close
to
me
,
and
looked
at
me
for
some
time
,
and
then
whispered
together
.
Two
were
dark
,
and
had
high
aquiline
noses
,
like
the
Count
,
and
great
dark
,
piercing
eyes
,
that
seemed
to
be
almost
red
when
contrasted
with
the
pale
yellow
moon
.
The
other
was
fair
,
as
fair
as
can
be
,
with
great
masses
of
golden
hair
and
eyes
like
pale
sapphires
.
I
seemed
somehow
to
know
her
face
,
and
to
know
it
in
connection
with
some
dreamy
fear
,
but
I
could
not
recollect
at
the
moment
how
or
where
.
All
three
had
brilliant
white
teeth
that
shone
like
pearls
against
the
ruby
of
their
voluptuous
lips
.
There
was
something
about
them
that
made
me
uneasy
,
some
longing
and
at
the
same
time
some
deadly
fear
.
I
felt
in
my
heart
a
wicked
,
burning
desire
that
they
would
kiss
me
with
those
red
lips
.
It
is
not
good
to
note
this
down
,
lest
some
day
it
should
meet
Mina
's
eyes
and
cause
her
pain
,
but
it
is
the
truth
.
They
whispered
together
,
and
then
they
all
three
laughed
,
such
a
silvery
,
musical
laugh
,
but
as
hard
as
though
the
sound
never
could
have
come
through
the
softness
of
human
lips
.
It
was
like
the
intolerable
,
tingling
sweetness
of
waterglasses
when
played
on
by
a
cunning
hand
.
The
fair
girl
shook
her
head
coquettishly
,
and
the
other
two
urged
her
on
.
One
said
,
"
Go
on
!
You
are
first
,
and
we
shall
follow
.
Yours
is
the
right
to
begin
.
"
The
other
added
,
"
He
is
young
and
strong
.
There
are
kisses
for
us
all
.
"
I
lay
quiet
,
looking
out
from
under
my
eyelashes
in
an
agony
of
delightful
anticipation
.
The
fair
girl
advanced
and
bent
over
me
till
I
could
feel
the
movement
of
her
breath
upon
me
.
Sweet
it
was
in
one
sense
,
honey-sweet
,
and
sent
the
same
tingling
through
the
nerves
as
her
voice
,
but
with
a
bitter
underlying
the
sweet
,
a
bitter
offensiveness
,
as
one
smells
in
blood
.
I
was
afraid
to
raise
my
eyelids
,
but
looked
out
and
saw
perfectly
under
the
lashes
.
The
girl
went
on
her
knees
,
and
bent
over
me
,
simply
gloating
.
There
was
a
deliberate
voluptuousness
which
was
both
thrilling
and
repulsive
,
and
as
she
arched
her
neck
she
actually
licked
her
lips
like
an
animal
,
till
I
could
see
in
the
moonlight
the
moisture
shining
on
the
scarlet
lips
and
on
the
red
tongue
as
it
lapped
the
white
sharp
teeth
.
Lower
and
lower
went
her
head
as
the
lips
went
below
the
range
of
my
mouth
and
chin
and
seemed
to
fasten
on
my
throat
.
Then
she
paused
,
and
I
could
hear
the
churning
sound
of
her
tongue
as
it
licked
her
teeth
and
lips
,
and
I
could
feel
the
hot
breath
on
my
neck
.
Then
the
skin
of
my
throat
began
to
tingle
as
one
's
flesh
does
when
the
hand
that
is
to
tickle
it
approaches
nearer
,
nearer
.
I
could
feel
the
soft
,
shivering
touch
of
the
lips
on
the
super
sensitive
skin
of
my
throat
,
and
the
hard
dents
of
two
sharp
teeth
,
just
touching
and
pausing
there
.
I
closed
my
eyes
in
languorous
ecstasy
and
waited
,
waited
with
beating
heart
.
But
at
that
instant
,
another
sensation
swept
through
me
as
quick
as
lightning
.
I
was
conscious
of
the
presence
of
the
Count
,
and
of
his
being
as
if
lapped
in
a
storm
of
fury
.
As
my
eyes
opened
involuntarily
I
saw
his
strong
hand
grasp
the
slender
neck
of
the
fair
woman
and
with
giant
's
power
draw
it
back
,
the
blue
eyes
transformed
with
fury
,
the
white
teeth
champing
with
rage
,
and
the
fair
cheeks
blazing
red
with
passion
.
But
the
Count
!
Never
did
I
imagine
such
wrath
and
fury
,
even
to
the
demons
of
the
pit
.
His
eyes
were
positively
blazing
.
The
red
light
in
them
was
lurid
,
as
if
the
flames
of
hell
fire
blazed
behind
them
.
His
face
was
deathly
pale
,
and
the
lines
of
it
were
hard
like
drawn
wires
.
The
thick
eyebrows
that
met
over
the
nose
now
seemed
like
a
heaving
bar
of
white-hot
metal
.
With
a
fierce
sweep
of
his
arm
,
he
hurled
the
woman
from
him
,
and
then
motioned
to
the
others
,
as
though
he
were
beating
them
back
.
It
was
the
same
imperious
gesture
that
I
had
seen
used
to
the
wolves
.
In
a
voice
which
,
though
low
and
almost
in
a
whisper
seemed
to
cut
through
the
air
and
then
ring
in
the
room
he
said
,
"
How
dare
you
touch
him
,
any
of
you
?
How
dare
you
cast
eyes
on
him
when
I
had
forbidden
it
?
Back
,
I
tell
you
all
!
This
man
belongs
to
me
!
Beware
how
you
meddle
with
him
,
or
you
'll
have
to
deal
with
me
.
"
