Jane Curtin
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she cried, releasing herself from his encircling arm and retreating from the window.
"'The house'll go next, if I only knew where Bibi was!'
Elsie clasped her shoulders and looked into her face.
The contact of her warm, palpitating body when he had unthinkingly drawn her into his arms had aroused all the old-time infatuation and desire for her flesh.
"'Clixta,' he said, "'don't be frightened.
The house is too low to be struck, with so many tall trees standing about.'"
there aren't you going to be quiet see aren't you he pushed her hair back from her face that was warm and steaming her lips were as red and moist as pomegranate seed her white neck and a glimpse of her full firm bosom disturbed him powerfully as she glanced up at him the fear and her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire he looked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss
"'Do you remember, in Assumption, Calixta?'
he asked in a low voice broken by passion.
Oh, she remembered, for in Assumption he had kissed her and kissed and kissed her until his senses would well-nigh fail, and to save her he would resort to a desperate flight.'
If she was not an immaculate dove in those days, she was still inviolate, a passionate creature whose very defenselessness had made her defense, against which his honor forbade him to prevail.
Now, well, now her lips seemed in a manner free to be tasted, as well as her round white throat and her whiter breasts.
They did not heed the crashing torrents and the roar of the elements made her laugh as she lay in his arms.
She was a revelation in that dim, mysterious chamber, as white as the couch she lay upon.
Her firm, elastic flesh that was knowing for the first time its birthright was like a creamy lily that the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the undying life of the world.
The generous abundance of her passion without guile or trickery was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.