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Italy: Sinbad the Sailor.

           Hedescended,orratherseemedtodescend,severalsteps,inhalingthefreshandbalmyair,likethatwhichmaybesupposedtoreignaroundthegrottoofCirce,formedfromsuchperfumesassetthemindadreaming,andsuchfiresasburntheverysenses;andhesawagainallhehadseenbeforehissleep,fromSinbad,hissingularhost,toAli,themuteattendant;thenallseemedtofadeawayandbecomeconfusedbeforehiseyes,likethelastshadowsofthemagiclanternbeforeitisextinguished,andhewasagaininthechamberofstatues,lightedonlybyoneofthosepaleandantiquelampswhichwatchinthedeadofthenightoverthesleepofpleasure.Theywerethesamestatues,richinform,inattraction,andpoesy,witheyesoffascination,smilesoflove,andbrightandflowinghair.TheywerePhryne,Cleopatra,Messalina,thosethreecelebratedcourtesans.Thenamongthemglidedlikeapureray,likeaChristianangelinthemidstofOlympus,oneofthosechastefigures,thosecalmshadows,thosesoftvisions,whichseemedtoveilitsvirginbrowbeforethesemarblewantons.Thenthethreestatuesadvancedtowardshimwithlooksoflove,andapproachedthecouchonwhichhewasreposing,theirfeethiddenintheirlongwhitetunics,theirthroatsbare,hairflowinglikewaves,andassumingattitudeswhichthegodscouldnotresist,butwhichsaintswithstood,andlooksinflexibleandardentlikethosewithwhichtheserpentcharmsthebird;andthenhegavewaybeforelooksthatheldhiminatorturinggraspanddelightedhissensesaswithavoluptuouskiss

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