To-day I am free, as
well as you. HE has gone away to Homel for twenty-four hours on
business matters, and I want to pass all the evening and ALL the
night in your place. Ah, my beloved! All my life I am ready to
pass on my knees before thee. I do not want to go anywhere. The
suburban road-houses and cabarets have bored me long ago. I want
you, only you ... you ... you alone. Await me, then, in the
evening, my joy, about ten-eleven-o'clock! Prepare a great
quantity of cold white wine, a canteloupe, and sugared chestnuts.
I am burning, I am dying from desire! It seems to me, I will tire
you out! I can not wait! My head is spinning around, my face
burning, and my hands as cold as ice. I embrace you. Thy
Valentina."
That very same evening, about eleven o'clock, she artfully,
through conversation, led the notary into showing her his
fireproof safe; playing upon his odd, pecuniary vanity. Rapidly
gliding with her glance over the shelves and the movable boxes,
Tamara turned away with a skillfully executed yawn and said:
"Fie, what a bore!"
And, having embraced the notary's neck, she whispered with her
lips at his very ears, burning him with her hot breath:
"Lock up this nastiness, my treasure! Let's go! .
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