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Chapter 17

           Mydarling,whatdoyoutakemefor?—whatisallthisnonsenseinyourmindaboutbuyingandselling?YouknowIloveyou—Ihavemadenosecretofit—youmusthaveseenitinmyface—andifIhavehesitatedtospeak,itisbecauseIfearedyourrejectionofme.Youaretoogoodforme,Sibyl—toogoodforanyman—Iamnotworthytowinyourbeautyandinnocence.Mylove,mylove—donotgivewayinthismanner"—forasIspokesheclungtomelikeawildbirdsuddenlycaged—"WhatcanIsaytoyou,butthatIworshipyouwithallthestrengthofmylife—IloveyousodeeplythatIamafraidtothinkofit;itisapassionIdarenotdwellupon,Sibyl—Iloveyoutoowell—toomadlyformyownpeace——"

           Itrembled,andwassilent—hersoftarmsclingingtomerobbedmeofaportionofmyself-control.Ikissedtheripplingwavesofherhair;sheliftedherheadandlookedupatme,hereyesalitwithsomestrangelustrethatwasnotloveasmuchasfear—andthesightofherbeautythusyieldedasitweretomypossession,brokedownthebarriersofrestraintIhadhithertoimposeduponmyself.Ikissedheronthelips—alongpassionatekissthat,tomyexcitedfancy,seemedtomingleourverybeingsintoone—butwhileIyetheldherinmyarms,shesuddenlyreleasedherselfandpushedmeback.StandingapartfrommeshetrembledsoviolentlythatIfearedshewouldfail—andItookherhandandmadehersitdown.Shesmiled—averywansmile.

           "Whatdidyoufeelthen?"sheasked.

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