Well, so
then I ran away from home and got in here..."
"And did you love that same officer, the one who was the first
one, now?"
"If I hadn't loved him, I wouldn't have gone to him. He promised
to marry me, the scoundrel, but then managed to get what he was
after, and abandoned me."
"Well, and were you ashamed the first time?"
"Of course, you'd be ashamed...How do you like it, daddy, with
light or without light? I'll turn, down the lantern a little. All
right?"
"Well, and aren't you bored here? What do they call you?"
"Manya. To be sure I'm bored. What sort of a life is ours!"
The German kissed her hard on her lips and again asked:
"And do you love the men? Are there men who please you? Who afford
you pleasure?"
"How shouldn't there be?" Manka started laughing. "I love the ones
like you especially, such nice little fatties."
"You love them? Eh? Why do you love them?"
"Oh, I love them just so. You're nice, too."
The German meditated for a few seconds, pensively sipping away at
his beer. Then he said that which every man tells a prostitute in
these moments preceding the casual possession of her body:
"Do you know, Marichen, you also please me very much.
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